Hate me hate me I know you do
I can’t conform to your petty ways
double standards, fucked up laws
I can’t conform to the image of me
you see without knowing me.
There isn’t a reason that I should give in to all your
pressures of social necessity, social conform,
and disorder, your social norm.
The standards you keep and share I deplore
There is no reason, no more.

I cannot live up to such a fucked up way
You can be there, I can too, so what the fuck
are you trying to do to me?
No difference between us?
Can’t you see?