Stolen but true..
I hate the way you talk to me, And how you cut your here. I hate the way you drive my car, I hate the way you stear. I hate your big dum combatsboots, And that you read my mind. I hate you so much that it makes me sick, It even makes me rime. I hate the way you always right, I hate the way you lie. I hate the way you makes me laf, Even more when you makes me cry. I hate that youré not around, And that you haven´t calld. But most of all i hate the way i don´t hate you, Not even close, not even a littel bit, not even at all!
