sam's GRAVEYARD other life of the revoked soul

I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair.

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 it when you're not around And the fact that 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.