And the way you pretending
I hate the way you drive the car
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you're always wrong even if its 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
