By cryptic
Date: 8 May 1999

I hate it

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive your car
I hate it when you stare

I hate your big dumb Jordan shoes
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 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'll never call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all