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 یا the ledges سے طرف کی my bed
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
Let it be کہا what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless test...
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