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.