I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you look at my way
I hate it when you stare
I hate your fancy cellular phone and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick and it even makes me run
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 in fact you don’t text anymore
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all…
I hate the way you look at my way
I hate it when you stare
I hate your fancy cellular phone and the way you read my mind
I hate you so much it makes me sick and it even makes me run
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 in fact you don’t text anymore
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all…
(Adapted and revised from the movie of the same title)