I ...

"I hate the way you talk to me.
I hate the way you drive the 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 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."

Um dia estas palavras fizeram sentido, será que agora ainda fazem?