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...