It's Friday and I wanna cry
Why do people hate? Isn't there enough hatred around?
Love and kindness are so last century now.
soon will be only seen in the museum and bible.
Museum of love
Museum of love
Jesus that's where people put you.
Nobody can touch just see.
Now silence seems my only friend.
It's gotten to know me so much now.
Voice of people lost it's meaning.
It's 2:22pm
and I wanna cry.

People laugh when I'm hurting
My feeling so wrong?
Do I have to be happy everyday?
People take take till there be nothing left,
My whole existence can be someone's
any time, any moment.
That's crazy
What if I only have Jesus?
Always looking above can't see things around me?
Like the fact that my smallest existence so hated?
You all hate all you want I am less than the air nothing
you'll get out of me

Feeling hated Friday.
It's 2:58 PM
Nobody here but I can't cry.