I hate the way your chew your food
I hate the way you talk
I hate the way you move your feet when we go for a walk
I hate the way you love me and the way you hold my hand
I hate how when I'm with you everything is grand.
I hate the way you look at me, and stare into my eyes
I hate the fact that when we fight
you're the one who cries
I hate the fact you love me, but I must admit its true
I hate the fact that no matter what I'm still in love with you.
