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 Rime.
I Hate The Way You're Always Right.
I Hate It Even 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 That Way I Don't Hate You.
Not Even Close.
Not Even A Little Bit.
Not Even At All.
;''(((((