i- i- i-
i've got a migraine.
and my pain will range from up, down and sideways.
thank god its friday,
'cuz fridays will always be better than sundays,
'cuz sundays are my s u i c i d e days.
I dont know why they always seem so dismal,
thunder storms, clouds, snow and a slight drissel.
Wether its the weather or the letters by my bed,
sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head.