This pen is blue

by Mark Hopwood   Jan 5, 2005


Look at you sat there, crawling on your knees
Staring up at the ground wondering it it'll ever be found
Well it won't and I'll tell you that now
So its not worth wondering why and its not worth wondering how.

The world thats locked away out there
Stands up and spins in the air
It pulls us down with its gravity
I think thats whats wrong with me,
This allergy to gravity
That pulls me down and down more
The b***ard.

Look at it all, scattered all over nowhere
The sun rises, thinks why? and then sinks
Everyone walks by and no one ever thinks
What its like to be alive
When you can't even live, you can never live
You just sit up there, crawling on your knees
holding your head, the tighter the hands squeeze
Staring down at the sky, but it walks on by
Yes it walks right past, I'll tell you that for free
So its not worth wondering how and its not worth wondering why.

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