I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare,
I hate your big combat boots,
and the way you read my mind,
I hate you so much, it makes me sick
and even makes me rime.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worst when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call,
but most I hate, the way I don't hate you
not even a close, not even a little bit, not even at all.