I-I-I've got a migraine
And my pain will range from up down and sideways
Thank God it's Friday 'cause Fridays will always
Be better than Sundays 'cause Sundays are my suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, cloud, snow and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed
Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head