I got to know your darkest secrets,
You were so much more than the eye met.
Knowing you has been quite a journey;
I, your dear diary
You just went and wrote your pages inside of me,
Did you ever try to find If I wanted to be your diary?
Did you ever live through those pens come at you,
Narrating a story or two?
You stood there waiting to be seen,
Not a soul would even lean.
That is how I felt,
as the stories would pelt,
On to me.
It was always you,
there was never a me.
You never saw I was more
than your diary.
Go on, use the key,
Until we meet again,
solving another mystery
