A Diary I Had.
A Diary I had,
With a beautiful cover that's blue,
I write my thoughts,
and it sticks there like a glue.
Every night,
the pen was scratched crazy on the page,
I write words explaining...
With a beautiful cover that's blue,
I write my thoughts,
and it sticks there like a glue.
Every night,
the pen was scratched crazy on the page,
I write words explaining...