Diary

歌詞

It's a weekday and I cleaned my room again, of endless moments I thought we once shared. An open book, read every single page. Naive enough to think that help is on the way. Rise and shine a day awaits, watching clear skies turn to grey. It's a dead end road and I want out, there's no return. Let me know when will it end? If only you were my only friend, I'd be fine. A direction split right from the start. I'm picking up the pieces to this broken heart. Move over and make room for someone else. Mabye a smile will find itself right on your face again. Another empty sleeping bag. A broken speaker plays out loud. An Elliot Smith song for those who can't move on and on. A tour to write you home about of how I'm doing. Pretty sad. You're not here and all my letters are lost in the mailbox for good