Dear Diary

Dear Diary,
it's good when you fly
till wings don't get tired.

Dear Diary,
it's good just to talk,
when they all don't mind it.

Dear Diary ,
why do they laugh,
when things seem so sad?

Cause I hit all my marks till they said, that I'm mad.

Sometimes growing up means holding onto better days.
Sometimes growing up means stepping on your toes, then smile again. (there'll be sundry wonders)

Dear Diary,
these hospital walls
look empty like white sheets.

Dear Diary,
do I have to feel
just cause my heart beats?

(Where's that sundry wonders?)

Dear Diary,
losing all meanings means senseless beginning.

Dear Diary,
eyelashes too long for fake make believing.

Dear Diary,
the lips are too red to stop all the breathing.

Dear Diary,
the cheeks got too pink to leave me just reeling.

Dear Diary,
the heels got too high to fall down in grieving.

Sometimes growing up means being nothing new to somebody old.
Sometimes growing up means fighting for worth your weight in gold.

So the city made me high.
The winter when I died.
If I'm born to be hanged, then there's no chance I'll ever get drown.
(I'm looking through the looking glass, don't need no warning signs)
Your pebbles in my sea.
You body's over me.
Your heavy metal mystery hints
you were trying to warn me.
My perfect storms still storming.
And I'll stop, let's get out on your red hood.
The wolves from your band, they turned out to be mean fools,
but I'll hush, I won't be talking out it of high school.

Growing up and I'm still learning life, studying time,
meet me in your mind.
Growing up and I'm still shining bright, shining bright,
keep me in your life.
Growing up and I'm still holding tight, holding tight
to someone I like.
Growing up means being hypnotized, mesmerized
by someone I love.
Growing up means letting go your dreams, on your knees
when your eyes still cry.
Growing up is being idolized, never wise.
Wise enough to break through.
Growing up means living in disguise, in my mind.
In the rain I kiss you.

Dear diary,
if you seem like a reader
that don't make you wiser.

Dear diary,
I'm tough to my own self,
I swear I'll be nicer.

Dear diary,
what's the price if I let them
think, that they're right ones?

They say it's all fun and games till they point out their fired guns.

Dear diary,
do they know that my best dress
is burned down in red flames.

Dear old me,
did you ever know
it's no more fun and games?