She picked up his pen

That day he wrote with a pen
Very uncomfortable and dense
There came a girl
Whose name was Jenny
She wanted to be his girl friend
Till the end

No matter what would be the end
He would still not leave his pen
For a writer who was only in dense
He said nothing but liked this girl
It did not matter if she was called Petty or Jenny
He only wanted to be her boy friend

To her, he seemed like a friend
And she could felt nothing about their end
She saw him writing with a pen
Looking dense
Although his heart was on her, the girl
With a beautiful name, Jenny

There was this girl whose name was Jenny
Glad to tell you she was his girl friend
With no one knew what was the end
There was this boy with a pen
Who always looked in dense
But he was not, because of his girl

Days passed, and this girl
Noticed something and did not want to be original Jenny
She only wanted a friend
Who she could depend on till the end
She, the first time, took a pen
Writing in dense

There was this girl who was very uncomfortable and dense
She did not even know if she was still a girl
But again she wanted to backward and became Jenny
She still wanted him to be her friend
She realized who she loved but it came to the end
He suddenly passed away, and she cried silently and picked up his pen