Dear diary, what is wrong with me?
'cos i'm fine between the lines.
Be not afraid.
Help is on it's way.
A sentence suspended in air, way over there.
Dear diary, what else could it be?
As nightshade descends like a veil, under the sail of my heart.
Be still, don't stop unti the end.
Dear diary, what is wrong with me?
'cos i'm fine between the lines.
