"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 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."