by Paper Dragon » Tue Apr 24, 2012 2:26 pm
Italy smiled then flinched as a bit of sauce got on his face. "Ah~ Prussia, can you help me get this off?" he said leaning close to him.
America smiled. "Yup!" Luckily, they caught a cab and went to America's house. As they walked in the door, America made a beeline to the sofa. "Ah~ Home sweet home..." He said hanging his head back.

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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