Еще песни I, The Writer:
Порох – am i the only one i know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat shadows will scream that im alone 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 sundays cause sundays are my suicide days i dont know why they always seem so dismal thunderstorms clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle whether its the weather or the letters by my bed sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head let it be said what the headache represents its me defending in suspense its me suspended in a defenseless test being tested by a ruthless examiner thats 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 dead and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head am i the only one i know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat shadows will scream that i
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