To Tell the Truth

To tell you the truth...

I hate the way you mumble
I hate the way you stumble
I hate your damn skateboard
And I hate how you can be a broken record
I clearly hate your parents
They never seem to give you clearance
I hate the way you had cut your hair
I hate the way you stare
I hate that goddamn smirk of yours
That brings me out of a world of bores
I hate the way you're completely clueless
And I seemingly hate your bitterness
I hate how I feel this way
And I hate how I delay

To tell you the truth...

I hate how I lie
And I hate how I hide
I hate how I'm shy
And I hate how I eyed

To tell you the truth...

I hate how I'm right about myself
And the cards I've been delt
But I hate how everything I said about you
Isn't really true