My Pencil
Everything you've been through
I bet I've been there too
From happy times, to feeling blue
To friends you notice aren't true
In the past trying to hide bruises
left on my heart, body, you choose it
Instead of speaking, I leave no clue,
to my past or present, nobody had a clue
Things on my mind I dont't know what to do!
I grab my pencil 'cuz it's better than someone to talk to
It's my friend, with this I can't lose
It makes me happy, it makes me move
It gives me strength, it helps me sprout
My pencil's the only one who knows what I'm about
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