I hate the way your eyes say
that you miss me being around
I hate the way you can speck to my soul
without even making a sound
I hate the way my belly tickles
when you say your going to call
I hate the way my heart aches
when you forget to call at all
I hate the way my memeries of you
make me cry myself to sleep
I hate the way I can't weed out
the ones that cause me to weep
I hate the way how much you know
that you'd be better of with me
I hate the way you're still with her
instead of where you should be
I hate the way you unintentionally
make me feel like shit
But I hate most of all that I DON'T hate you, not even a little bit, not even at all
