I just re-post these words.

They represent what I'm going to say if I have a chance having my precious one again.

I hate the way you talk to me

and the way you cut your hair

and when you're not with your glasses

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 makes me rhyme

I hate it

I hate the way you're always right

I hate it when you lie

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry

I hate when you're not arround,

and the fact 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.