I hate the way you stare at me with that smurk you call a smile,
I hate the way you come over and only stay awhile.
I hate the way you make me feel and the way you make me cry.
I hate the way you never call; I hate that your so shy.
I hate the way you speak so soft and I hate the way you drive.
I hate the way you raise me up and make me feel so alive.
I hate the way you always smoke and ask me if I mind.
I hate the way you hold the door; I hate that your so kind.
I hate the way you ask me out and I hate that I say yes.
I hate that I expect more and only get much less.
I hate the things you say and all the things you do.
Most of all, I hate the way I love everything about you.
