Hate The Way I Dont Hate You.

I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair,
and 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 run.

I hate the way you're always right,
and 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 dont hate you,
not even close,
not even a liltle bit,
not even at all.

The truth is I'm missing you.