April Showers

I hate the way you talk,
especially the way you walk.
I hate the way you broke my heart,
how you tore it apart.

I hate the way you brush your hair,
the thought of you to much to bear.
I hate the way you pinch and bite,
the way we used to fight.

I hate the very thought of you,
you make me so mad I turn blue.
I hate you most of all,
you drive me up the wall.

I hate saying your name,
the way you act is so insane.
I hate looking into your eyes,
So I'm going to say my goodbyes.