Not even at all...

I hate the way you talk to me, And the way you let me play your hair.
I hate the way you drive your car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate the way you hold my hands, 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.

It's true....