I hate the way you talk to me,
And the way you don't care.
I hate the way you ignore the problems,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb stones,
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 when I can't get mad at you,
And the fact that you're so tall.
But mostly I hate the way that I don't hate you,
Not even close...
Not even a little bit...
Not even at all.