Dear Diary
It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you. It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you. There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you. We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you - from you, from you. The harder I push, the further I fall. Well you don't mind me being headstrong. But you don't want to sing along. Maybe it's trite but I can always, always, always be wrong.
Dear Diary
It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you. It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you. There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you. We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you - from you, from you. The harder I push, the further I fall. Well you don't mind me being headstrong. But you don't want to sing along. Maybe it's trite but I can always, always, always be wrong.
