The pen that write with, it's keeping me clean...
It keeps me from being a mindless machine...
My thoughts and ideas, some good and some bad...
But the pen doesn't care, when It's all that I have...
My pen does not fight, my pen does not judge...
My pen does not cry, or hold onto a grudge...
My pen can be used, my pen can be shared...
My pen will not lie or pretend that it cares...
My pen is like me, more so than I know...
It won't last forever, it will soon have to go...
It's cheap and it's simple, it works time and again...
It's the only constant in my life, my constant common pen...
