Am I the only one I know?
Waging my wars behind my face, and above my throat?
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
I-I-I I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways
Thank God it's Friday
'Cause Fridays will always be better than Sunday's, 'cause Sunday's are my suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow and a slight drizzle
Wether it's the weather hoặc the ledges bởi my bed
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Let it be đã đưa ý kiến what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless test...
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