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 that 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.