歌词千寻 Twenty One Pilots Migraine。Am I the only one I knowWaging my wars behind my face and above my throat。Shadows will scream that Im alone。。III Ive got a migraine。And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways。Thank God its Friday cause Fridays will always be better than SundaysCause Sundays are my suicide days。。I dont know why they always seem so dismal。Thunderstorms, clouds, snow and a slight drizzle。Whether its the weatherorthe ledges by my bedSometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head。Let it be said what the headache representsIts me defending in suspenseIts me suspended in a defenseless testBeing tested by a ruthless examinerThats represented best by my depressing thoughts。I do not have writers block my writer just hates the clock。It will not let me sleep I guess Ill sleep when Im deadAnd