Jennie #4
I sleep with her pillow under my arm
It used to smell like her
Now it just smells like me again
Alone and wondering, wandering
The mind is who I am
The mind is my enemy
For she had eyes and she chose me
For she had need and she chose me
For she had love and she chose me
And yet she was of a mind to choose nothing
I sleep with her pillow under my arm
It used to smell like her
Now it just smells like me again
Alone and wondering, wandering
The mind is who I am
The mind is my enemy
For she had eyes and she chose me
For she had need and she chose me
For she had love and she chose me
And yet she was of a mind to choose nothing
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