If I kept a diary That would be just one more thing To stop me in my tracks Nostalgia keeps me coming back And if I kept a diary And our parents ever found it Then you and I, we would be fired As their sons and daughters I will not keep a diary Because someone then might read it I have a fear of being found out As someone who does not mean it I will not write things down I will not write this down If I kept a diary It would not be published In the manner of Anne Frank Writing from her attic dank If I kept a diary I fear that you might find it And ridicule me for all time For even having tried it I will not write things down I will not write this down