Their Laugh and My Cries
i was crucified by my own friends
for the sake of their own happiness
my tears became their way for joy
yet i never learned my lessons
i was sacrificed by my own friends
they found pleasure in my pain
a sadistic thing i always tried to deny
till i heard the evil plan one noon
i was crucified by my own friends
the re-telling feels like a stab in the wound
no joke was funny, nothing about me was
i was the wallflower they always dared to hunt
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