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Identify

I identify with this song so much O-O
Here is the lyrics and my comments on them:
(Normal - lyrics, italics - my comments)

Am I the only one I know,
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
I get headaches nearly everyday, along with...

Shadows will scream that I'm alone.
Suicidal thoughts every day.

I've got a migraine and my pain will range from up, down, and sideways,
True that.

Thank God it's Friday 'cause Fridays will always, be better than Sundays
I hate Sundays and love Fridays. Fridays mean get out of hell cough I mean school

'Cause Sundays are my suicide days,
All days are my suicide days

I don't know why they always seem so dismal,
Because they suck

Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle, whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed,
I write suicide notes all the time. They help me get my feelings out.

Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head,
True.

Let it be said what the headache represents, it's me defending in suspense,
Defending what? My stupid, worthless existance? Is that even worth defending?

It's me suspended in a defenseless test, being tested by a ruthless examiner
A.K.A. Depression

That's represented best by my depressing thoughts,
What I said

I do not have writer's block,
My writer just hates the clock,
In one line, my life

It will not let me sleep, I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead,
Oftentimes I get 0-2 hours of sleep a night. That's why I fall asleep, school officials!

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'm alone, but I know we've made it this far, kid. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Look up.

I am not as fine as I seem, pardon,
Hey everY SINGLE PERSON I KNOW IRL, come look at this line.

Me for yelling, I'm telling you green gardens, are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me,
I don't know what you see here, but I see my gender and sexuality issues.

A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees, freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait, something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead, and how it is a door that holds back contents, that make Pandora's Box's contents look non-violent,
My mind is reaaally dark...

Behind my eyelids are islands of violence,
True.

My mind's ship-wrecked, this is the only land my mind could find, I did not know it was such a violent island,
-----> Depression <------

Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions,
They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin, and I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win,
Should I fight my suicidal thoughts or not?

I begin to assemble what weapons I can find, 'cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind.
IDENTIFY IDENTIFY IDENTIFY

Am I the only one I know, waging my wars behind my face and above my throat? Shadows will scream that I'm alone, but I know we've made it this far, kid. Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
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And I will say that we should take a day to break away, from all the pain our brain has made,
I don't know if I can do that.

The game is not played alone.
I've met plently of people like me.
And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it, and keep it frozen and know that,
A good moment? Like when I asked my girlfriend out and she said yes?

Life has a hopeful undertone.
If it does, I can't hear it.

And I will say that we should take a day to break away, from all the pain our brain has made, the game is not played alone. And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it, and keep it frozen and know that, life has a hopeful undertone.
See above.

Am I the only one I know, waging my wars behind my face and above my throat? Shadows will scream that I'm alone, but I know we've made it this far, kid.
🔝

We've made it this far, we've made it this f...
I want my voice to stop like this.

That's all I have to say for now, except:

W-what? Why would anyone want to read a book of random stuff from a worthless, depressed queer person? Why?

I'm thinking of doing one of these for Guns For Hands

Song = Migraine by Twenty Øne Pilots