I had to sing this for me
Watch myself pilloried
Ugly, scruffy, no one
But then I guess that you knew
Nasty, bitter, enraged
A nice polite English way
Full circle, desensitised
I'm right back where I began
Hated, broken
The dead flowers reject
Sad glucoma in mist
Injustice wells up in me
We are shit and refuse
Hated, broken
It's what it's like to be hated
I am afflicted and ill
It's what it's like to be hated
I wrote this song for myself
We are shit and refuse to wallow in rejection
My will is shattered again
My leeches, parasite friends
No man's an island they said
I breathe my solitary air
Explain myself to noone
Beautiful sad solitude
Hated, broken
Learn to ignore all the slurs
You can get used to all things
Hated, broken
Piss in the face of the sick
Unjust vendetta's uncool
Unjust, unwanted, reject
Uninformed, understood
A silence, broken my will
Afflicted, shattered and sick
Popularity stakes
Overrated you said
Isolation can feel like a Utopian state
To be this liked is to be suffocated you said
Beauty, sadness, enraged of solitude can be bare
Disturbed, unwanted at birth
The fucking joke that we are
I've never had any friends
Could be a sweet suicide
A fucking homo in flesh
To weak to protest
Writer(s): Paul Edward Draper
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