Diary Lyrics

	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

	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

	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

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