I hate the way u talk to me,
and the way u cut ur hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when u stare.
I hate ur big dumb combat boots
and the way u read my mind.
I hate u so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way u're always right,
I hate it when u lie.
I hate it when u make me laugh,
even worse when u make me cry.
I hate it when u're not around,
and the fact that u didn't call.

But mostly I hate the way I don't hate u,
not even close.
Not even a little bit.
Not even at all.

Diz tanto que eu nem preciso dizer nada.