by Paper Dragon » Sun Apr 15, 2012 1:42 pm
Canada sighed and put her palm on her face. "Yeah your right..." She grabbed the phone and dialed Germany's number. "Hey Italy you there?"
"Ok- Oh! Canada's calling!" He said then reached for the phone. "Canada! I broke your car!" The conversation only lasted a few minutes and both of them hung up. "Hey France, you ok?" he asked loudly again.
Canada shut her phone and sat next to Austria again. "Well, Italy's staying over at Germany's... France is drunk so he can't drive it back. I'm going to have to wait in the morning..." She said and sighed.

Am I the only one I know
Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat
Shadows will scream that I'm alone
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, clouds, 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
Let it be said what the headache represents
It's me defending in suspense
It's me suspended in a defenseless
test being tested by a ruthless examinant
that's represented best by my depressing thoughts
I do not have writer's block
my writer just hates the clock
it will not let me sleep, I'll get some sleep when I'm dead
and sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
-Twenty One Pilots (Margarine)
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