I hate the way you talk to me
and the way you've cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive your car
I hate it when you stare.
I hate youre big dum combut boots
and the way you reed my mind
I hate you so much it even makes me sick
It even makes me rime
I hate the way your allways right
I hate it when you lie
I hate the way you make me laugh
even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when your not around
and the fact you didn't call
and most of all
I hate the way i do not hate you,
not even close,
not even a little bit,
nog even at all
It's the way you feel my senses
It's the parfume that you where
I feel i'm loosing my defenses
to the coulor of your eyes
and every little peace of you is right
Just thinking about you takes me through the night.