I hate the way you make me cry
But you wouldn’t cry if I was to die
I hate the way you have to be cruel
But you wouldn't be cruel unless you thought it was cool

I hate the way you laugh hatred off
That you can't hate or ever get cross
I hate the way nothing hurts you
I hate the way you can't ever speak the truth

I hate the way you are so immature
I hate the way there is no miracle cure
I hate the way you spin me out of control
And that I then have to pay the toll

I hate how you are so manipulative
And you don't care about whether I die or live
I hate the way you can easily gossip
And that you pretend you knew nothing of it

I hate the way you think you mean more
Than anyone else that you don't even care for
I hate the way nothing ever fazes you
And that I could never truly trust you

I hate the way you you're always right
And that you'll make it into a fight
I hate how you don't understand
And how your life is already planned

I hate how you think your great
I hate how you don't understand my hate