I remember the first time I opened up to you,
Many would hear me, who would listen were very few,
You didn't say a single word, I didn't expect you to, anyway,
How comforting silence could be, I realized that very day.

I knew I found the perfect friend, I could let my guard down,
Someone who would be there till the end, to cherish my every smile and to comfort my every frown,
My first date, my graduation, the simple girl who stole my heart,
I couldn't wait to pour my heart out to you, even when I knew things were falling apart.

These days, I don't share my stories with you, the fault is all mine,
I've been a little busy, don't worry, I'm doing just fine,
As I turn the last page, I promise to return with the same morale,
Dear Diary, thanks for being my one-sided pen pal.

Honey, feelings change but people don't.
We write the same old story with a brand new font.
We cleanse our souls to get rid of the mess,
So why put a brand new address on the same old loneliness?

If you think that you're alone in this world and you have no one to care,
Take a good look in your mirror, you'd always find me there.
I know your soul is hurt and you don't know where the road will lead,
But there's light at the end of the tunnel if you see.

If there's hurt in your heart, how can trust reside there?
Learn to let it go, and you'll forget how to fear.
As I walk through the shadow of valley of death.
I'll say life's simple, don't make it too complicated.

Life is a series of endless moments,
His seemed to be restrained by his job,
He never bothered to see the outside world,
He was too afraid to turn the door ****.

Never did he ask or bother,
Was his soul worth the everyday toil,
Now he's scribing away on a piece of paper,
Burning the midnight oil.

A cup of coffee and a lazy past time,
Keeps those nerve-wrecking thoughts out of his mind,
Little does he know that his futile efforts,
Are only keeping him inside his own bind.

'Go earn money, it is everything,'
So he's been told,
Everyday he struggles to get by,
Chasing after that *** of gold.

Yet he's somehow contented,
For his words help him to express his thoughts,
The ones which gave the purpose he wanted,
Ones he never fought.