I hate the way she smiles,
I hate the way she grins.
I hate the way her eyes light up
when happiness is the mood she's in.
I hate the way she effortlessly
pulls off this word called grace,
but, mostly, I hate the way she makes that look come on your face.
I hate the way I always know that you do think of her,
I hate the way that, when you do, your face gets a happy glow.
I hate the way you shut me down, just as she's walking by
I hate the way you always, ALWAYS have to say goodbye.
I hate the way you spike your hair
I hate the clothes that you wear
I hate the way, no matter what I do, you're always there
I hate the way you take my crap, and don't judge me anyway
I hate the way you say hello
I hate the way you stare.
I hate the way you always know, just how to make me smile
I hate the way I just tell you everything, just way, way out of style
I hate the way that you're so perfect
and just make me laugh
effortlessly.
I hate the way
you're everything I ever wanted to be.
I hate the way you call me friend
I hate it when you never call
and the problem is, I don't hate you
I don't hate anything at all.