rhyme ooo rhyme

 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 your 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 it

 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 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.