| Look in my diary, the book of my life
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| Each page that is written, tells of the strife
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| The memories of living, long lonely years
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| Stained with a hundred, a thousand dried tears
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| Each page echoes a world that was mine
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| A world full of hardships, a world so unkind
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| Each page a story reflecting my past
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| All of the people we’re parts of the cast
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| The good ones I met, the one’s I despised
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| All the hurts all the lies
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| Yet one page is clear, no pen bears it' mark
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| That time of my life apart from the dark
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| When you came to me, so fresh and so new
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| That one page I’ll save, to remind me of you
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| But now your gone, I’m lonely again
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| Your name will be written, I’m holding the pen
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| To write how you left never saying goodbye
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| To close out this chap, I’m still wondering why |