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Am I the only one I know, |
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat? |
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone. |
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I-I-I I've got a migraine and my pain will range from up, down, and sideways, |
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Thank God it's Friday 'cause Fridays will always, |
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Be better than Sundays 'cause Sundays are my suicide days, |
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I don't know why they always seem so dismal, |
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Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle, |
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Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed, |
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Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head, |
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Let it be said what the headache represents, |
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It's me defending in suspense, |
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It's me suspended in a defenseless test, |
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Being tested by a ruthless examiner |
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That's represented best by my depressing thoughts, |
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I do not have writer's block, |
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My writer just hates the clock, |
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It will not let me sleep, I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead, |
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And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head. |
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Am I the only one I know, |
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat? |
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone, |
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But I know we've made it this far, kid. |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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I am not as fine as I seem, pardon, |
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Me for yelling, I'm telling you green gardens, |
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Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me, |
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A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees, |
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Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait, |
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Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead, |
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And how it is a door that holds back contents, |
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That make Pandora's Box's contents look non-violent, |
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Behind my eyelids are islands of violence, |
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My mind's ship-wrecked, this is the only land my mind could, |
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Find, I did not know it was such a violent island, |
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Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions, |
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They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin, |
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And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win, |
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I begin to assemble what weapons I can find, |
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'Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind. |
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Am I the only one I know, |
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat? |
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone, |
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But I know we've made it this far, kid. |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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And I will say that we should take a day to break away, |
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From all the pain our brain has made, |
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The game is not played alone. |
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And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it, |
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And keep it frozen and know that, |
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Life has a hopeful undertone. |
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And I will say that we should take a day to break away, |
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From all the pain our brain has made, |
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The game is not played alone. |
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And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it, |
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And keep it frozen and know that, |
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Life has a hopeful undertone. |
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Am I the only one I know, |
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat? |
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone, |
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But I know we've made it this far, kid. |
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We've made it this far |
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We've made it this far |
