Suicidal Thoughts歌词
Twenty
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One
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Pilots
Migraine.Am
I
the
only
one
I
knowWaging
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
SundaysCause
Sundays
are
my
suicide
days..I
don't
know
why
they
always
seem
so
dismal.Thunderstorms,
clouds,
snow
and
a
slight
drizzle.Whether
it's
the
weather or the
ledges
by
my
bedSometimes
death
seems
better
than
the
migraine
in
my
head.Let
it
be
said
what
the
headache
representsIt's
me
defending
in
suspenseIt's
me
suspended
in
a
defenseless
testBeing
tested
by
a
ruthless
examinerThat's
represented
best
by
my
depressing
thoughts.I
do
not
have
writer's
block
my
writer
just
hates
the
clock.It
will
not
let
me
sleep
I
guess
I'll
sleep
when
I'm
deadAnd