Mar 04, 2006 11:09
I hate the way you talk to me.
And the way you (dont) cut your hair.
I hate the way you drove my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb hiking 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 it when 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 didnt call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you - - not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.