I hate your Stephen Lynch shirts
and your Jurassic Park merchandise
I hate that I can’t talk to you
Without sounding like an imbecile (i know that doesn't rhyme)

I hate that you’re on my mind
Every segundo of everyday
I hate that I have to remind myself
I’d better stay away

I hate that when I go on Twitter
your tweets are the first ones that I see
I hate that when I talk to you
tu never ever talk back to me

I hate that we have so much in common
but tu will never want to know
I hate that I don’t exist to you
and that I have to go through this alone

I hate that I have to restrain myself
From reaching out to you
I hate how tu don’t appreciate
the lengths I’d go for you

I hate your voice
I hate your green eyes
I hate that you’re everything i want
Even though you’re not my type

I hate your facial hair
I hate your crooked teeth
I hate that when I first saw you
I fell for tu instantly

I hate that when I think of you
it almost always makes me cry
‘Cause I know I’ll never be the one
to walk por your side

I hate that tu never say thank you
I hate that tu don’t want to know me
I hate that tu reply to other people
But tu completely ignore me

I hate that tu have a girlfriend
I hate not having tu in my life
I hate how much you’re hurting me
and tu don’t even realize

I hate your moles
and your large hands and feet
I hate that tu hold my heart
and that you’re everything I need

I hate your podcast
I hate your HHVB conference
I hate watching tu on youtube
I hate not being your past, future nor present

I hate your Jeff Goldblum addiction
I hate your música taste
I hate to see all my efforts
Completely go to waste

I hate the way tu make me feel
I hate the día I first laid eyes on you
But most of all I hate
how much I don’t hate you