I pose for a second thought
Thinking of what I sought
The things I want to think
Pulls me down, keep me sink
Over sees what is cruelty
Keeping sane over insanity
The lines that divides between us
The same lines that will break us
This pen of mine is all I have
This is the only thing I can grab
When I’m down and feeling lonely
This pen listens to what I say
I never thought you’ll be gone
Giving this heart of mine a 21 gun
But I will not die and I will not sink
As long as this pen has a lot of ink
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