I hate the way that you're so perfect,
and the way you know it too,
I hate the way boys Que for you,
and how you're always one, never two.
I hate the way I'm your ugly duckling,
and how u act upon the swan,
I hate the fact you get everything you want,
and how you always look so neat and prompt.
I hate the way you flaunt yourself,
after you continuously moan,
I hate it when you cry down the phone,
and want all the sympathy from me alone.
I hate the way you must be above everyone else,
all attention and eyes on you,
I hate the way you think everyone admires you,
When really you haven't got a clue.
I hate the way you patronize me,
when you know that I look crap,
I hate the way you say "you're not fat"
and tut away whilst neatly sat
I hate the way you never listen
when I have a problem too,
I hate the way I'm used by you,
But most of all I hate the fact that I'm the one envying you.
