What It's Like To Be Hated

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 Glaucoma 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 mans an island they said
I breathe my solitary air
Explain myself to no one
Beautiful, sad solitude
Hated, broken
Learn to ignore all the slurs
You can get used to all things
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
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
It's what it's like to be hated, I am afflicted and ill
(Isolation you feel, like a utopian state)
(To be this liked is to be suffocated)
It's what it's like to be hated, I wrote this song for myself
(You said beauty, sadness, enraged of solitude can you bare)
(Disturbed, unwanted at birth, the fucking joke that we are)
It's what it's like to be hated, I am afflicted and ill
(I've never had any friends, could be a sweet suicide)
(A fucking homo in flesh, too weak to protest)
It's what it's like to be hated, I wrote this song for myself