My pen
If I leave my pen to write whatever it wants
I just don't know what it's to pen
O! those memories of pain, anguish, and sorrow
When I will shed tears alone in the bathroom
When your reminiscence becomes a pulse to me
Those...
I just don't know what it's to pen
O! those memories of pain, anguish, and sorrow
When I will shed tears alone in the bathroom
When your reminiscence becomes a pulse to me
Those...