[کړُﯾستـــآلھَہّـ]

I hate the way you ignore me, and the way you talk to me,

and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick;

it even makes me tired. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.

I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you're not around,

and the fact that you didn't ask. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.