I can't without you

I hate the way you talk to me

And the way you cut your hair

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

and it even makes me rhyme

I hate the way you always right

I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me lough

Even worse when you make me cry

I hate it when you not around

and the fact you didn`t call

But mostly I hate the way I don`t hate you

Not Even Close, Not Even a Little Bit

…NOT EVEN AT ALL