I Hate You

Can't stand the smell of your perfume,
the way you do your hair, or decorate your room.
Can't stand how you get teary-eyed,
whenever you tell your mom goodbye.

Please don't tell me about your day,
when i don't care much anyway.
i think you are better on mute,
and no, i don't think your outfit's cute.

Can't say that i miss when you used to sing,
or how much time you spend on everything.
i hate your laugh, and the way you talk,
and the way you never stop being wrong.

Please don't misunderstand when I say
"i never liked you anyway."
It was fun for awhile, but now I'm through,
guess I'm trying to say "i hate you."