world in my eyes

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 it
I hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you’re not around
and the fact you didn’t call,
but mostly I hate the way
I don’t hate you, not even close,
not even a little bit, not even at all