My Diary

My diary's got a lot of blank pages

Everywhere I go I see a lot of blank faces

But never, never will I erase these words

Off the back cover of my diary

Everywhere I go, and everywhere I sleep

There's a certain kind of feeling that takes over me

It's somewhere in between a long drawn movie scene

And a ray of sunlight at 9AM

I asked you to hold on my friend

Because there's pages to be written and names to be read

I don't hang no paintings upon these walls

Keep my window closed so the whole world seems a little bit smaller

And I see those taxi cabs with people holding hands

And I swear I look nothing like them

And true words were spoken in my room that day

You told me I would stay but you knew I'd gone away

So now I sit here all alone, chilling to my bones

And I could not think of a better time to say

That I should move on my friend

Because there's pages to be written and names to be read