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 that you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way
I don't hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all.


From "Ten things I hate about you".

Para ti, meu menino. Porque odeio o facto de não te odiar...