Os Discípulos de Kadu

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 combact 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 laught
Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you're 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.