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This Diary
Please say so it can't be.
So it's really true.
The darkness that I've known
Unfolds a picture.
Behalf on your demon's demise.
Feathers of white wings.
Fall gently to the ground.
I felt theres good in you.
This diary
A book of love written in secrecy that you'd never understand.
Each small line means so much written in blood.
The tears
It stained the paper where the pen is dragged along.
The things left unsaid get lost within those empty pages.
My diary
Shh...listen to the noises around you.
A chill down the spineless.
The marrow of my hollow bones.
Feel heavy, filled with sorrow.
These are not the records of the things I've done in the past.
Look into the words and soon an image will find you.
This only is my diary.
This day will come, this day will come soon.
Drink from the fountain it's taste is bittering.
This day will come, this day will come soon.
Is there anything that's pure anymore, no.
Tell me this day will come, the day will come soon.
Each time I've hurt I find new reason.
Tell me this day will come, the day will come soon.
Hoping to discover for more to me than this.
This only is my diary.
Please say so, it's true
I give hope some more.
Why...?
So it's really true.
The darkness that I've known
Unfolds a picture.
Behalf on your demon's demise.
Feathers of white wings.
Fall gently to the ground.
I felt theres good in you.
This diary
A book of love written in secrecy that you'd never understand.
Each small line means so much written in blood.
The tears
It stained the paper where the pen is dragged along.
The things left unsaid get lost within those empty pages.
My diary
Shh...listen to the noises around you.
A chill down the spineless.
The marrow of my hollow bones.
Feel heavy, filled with sorrow.
These are not the records of the things I've done in the past.
Look into the words and soon an image will find you.
This only is my diary.
This day will come, this day will come soon.
Drink from the fountain it's taste is bittering.
This day will come, this day will come soon.
Is there anything that's pure anymore, no.
Tell me this day will come, the day will come soon.
Each time I've hurt I find new reason.
Tell me this day will come, the day will come soon.
Hoping to discover for more to me than this.
This only is my diary.
Please say so, it's true
I give hope some more.
Why...?
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