Caipora

I hate the way you talk to me 

And the way you cut your hair

I hate when you drive my car

I hate when you stare

I hate your big dumb combat boots

And the way you read my mind

I hate you so much it even it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme 

I hate when you are always right

I hate when you lie

I hate when you make me laught

even worse make me cry

I hate 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 it all.