I hate

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 you big dumb combat boot

and teh way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick.

It even makes my rhyme.

I hate the way you're always right.

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make ma laugh,

even worse you make me cry.

I hate that 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 any at all.

ZURÜCK