You’re a walking, talking
Diary
Spreading my thoughts from nine to
Three
My apologies for trusting you my
Diary
I wanted confide in you but you’re just
Too mean
My private life is public because of my
Diary
I assumed that I could share without everyone
Seeing
I’m sure it’s my fault for venting to a
Diary
‘Cause they brought it to a printer and printed
Out copies
Fool me once, shame on that
Diary
Fool me twice, put pages in a shredder
Unquietly
I’d like to say I’m sorry, dear
Diary
It’s been a long day full of
Tired pleas
You’re a sprinting, shouting
Diary
Announcing all my
Anxieties
Next time there’ll be no
Diary
And all my life and all my thoughts’ll be
All
For
Me