I hate you.

I hate your face.

I hate you.

I hate your face.

I hate you.

I hate your face.

I fucking hate you.

If you really meant what you said, maybe I wouldn't hate you.

But if I really meant what I said, I wouldn't be thinking about you every freakin' second of the day.

I hate you.

I hate your face.

I hate you.

I hate your face.

I hate you.

God, wouldn't it be easier if I really did hate you?

But I don't. Unfortunately.

I hate you.

I hate your face.

I hate you.

If I keep saying it, will I start believing it?

I hate you...

I hate your face...