“I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick it even makes me rhyme. I hate the way you’re always right, I hate the way you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you’re not around and the fact that you didn’t call, but mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little, not even at all.”


















