| 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've got a migraine
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| And my pain will range from up down and sideways
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| Thank God, it's Friday
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| 'Cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays
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| '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
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| Test being tested by a ruthless examiner
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| That's represented best by my depress---ing 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 (x2)
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| I am not as fine as I seem
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| Pardon me for yelling; |
| I'm telling you green
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| Gardens are not what's growing in my psyche
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| it's a different me
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| A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees
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| Freeze frame
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| 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 shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could find
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| 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 got to 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 life has a hopeful undertone
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| [Repeat]
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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, we've made it this |