I HATE

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!
it even make me rhyme.

I HATE the way you always 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 that your not around,
and the fact that 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 ....



"..Somewhere there's someone
Who dreams of your smile
And finds in your presence that life's worth while
So when you're lonely remember it's true
Somebody somewhere is thinking of you.."