Dear Diary
Dear diary, What is wrong with me? 'Cos
I'm fine between the lines. Be not afraid.
Help is on its way. A sentence suspended
in air, way over there. Dear Diary, What
else could it be? As nightshade descends like
a veil, under the sail of my heart. Be still,
don't stop until the end. Dear Diary, What
is wrong with me? 'Cos I'm fine between
the lines.