J

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive your car,
I hate it when you stare.

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 youre 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 youre not around,
and the fact that you didnt call.
But mostly I hate the way I dont hate you,
not even close
not even a little bit
not even at all.