Fallegt ljóð: 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 the way 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 makes me rime. I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I didn't hate you...