Dear diary,
I speak to you because no one else hears.
Dear paper,
I write on you because no one else reads.
These same words, i spoke to Linda Keegan,
These same words did i speak when i was scoffed;
when i was thrown like a tissue - off a thousand floors.

I had my first baby today, dear diary.
Yeah! Finally, it paid off - today.
The countless nights of insomia,
and never-ending mornings of nausea,
They all paid off - today.

Or dear diary,
Am i in a lucid dream?
Speak to me and let me hear, oh my diary.
I feel pain, yet i am strong.
Yes! I feel strong - or am i drunk?
Tell me, my diary.

Listen to me, my diary.
I would forever be honest to you.
Yesterday, i was the vice president,
But today, i am a mother.
Yesterday, i was so feeble in pain,
But today, i beam with a smile.

Today marks the beginning of the new,
and of course, the end of the old.
The future is in my hands now,
because, i have a child to mold.

Dear diary,
It would be a long journey.
But my lovely diary,
do you promise to stay with me forever?
do you promise to understand when i scold her?

Dear diary, i need strength to mold this child.
Would you be my driver on this ride?
would you be a company during my flow?
I see rivers - would you help me row?