�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.�
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.�