I can't without you

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
and it even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me lough
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you not around
and the fact 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