I understand what it is.
I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.
I know what it is.
I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy.

Tear him down.
The eyes that ramble away from him say, "freak."
Into some new direction, some better pair of eyes,
Much more appealing.

I understand what it is,
And I would never wish it upon my worst enemy.

He says, "Hello," to a stranger,
And she wants him to find something better to do.
Something more appropriate for his "kind."
He turns away, whispering a prayer of hope, waiting.

I understand what it is,
And I would never wish it upon my worst enemy.

Would you want to be ignored?
Would you want to be snubbed?
Would you want to be told someone more like you should take care of you?
Find your "kind."

Find your land, where all of "you" live.
Wherever that is.

I know exactly what it is,
And I would never wish it upon my worst enemy.

And now, I know what I never want to do, and hate if I have done.