Can you relate?
I hate the way you talk to me and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive your 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 makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you think you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, I hate it when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t even call. But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even one bit, not even at all. I just wished you realized what you’ve done to me, what was I suppose to do. I don’t think this can change. And for now, it’s just best I keep my distance; from you.
