I had to sing this for me
Watch myself pilloried
Ugly, [bad word]  no one
But then I guess that you knew
Nasty, bitter, enraged
nice polite english way
Full circle, desensitised
I'm right back where I began

Hated, broken

The dead flowers reject
Sad [bad word] in mist
Injustice wells up in me
We are [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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
 [bad word] in the face of the sick
Unjust vendetta's uncool
Unjust, unwanted, reject
Uninformed, understood
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 [bad word] joke that we are
I've never had any friends
Could be a sweet suicide
[bad word] homo in flesh
To weak to protest