I have died
Because a pencil impaled me
In the arm
What a way to go
It was painful It wasn't sharpened I started bleeding And never stopped
I am in the afterlife With a pencil in my arm People must wonder, How the hell did she die?
It was painful It wasn't sharpened I started bleeding And never stopped
I am in the afterlife With a pencil in my arm People must wonder, How the hell did she die?
