I hate the way you talk to me and the way you read my mind.

I hate you 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 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 that 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..