Diary

<br>It`s a weekday and I cleaned my room again,<br>of endless moments I thought we once shared.<br>An open book, read every single page.<br>Naive enough to think that help is on the way.<br><br>Rise and shine a day awaits,<br>watching clear skies turn to grey.<br>It`s a dead end road and I want out,<br>there`s no return.<br>Let me know when will it end?<br>If only you were my only friend, IВґd be fine.<br><br>A direction split right from the start.<br>I`m picking up the pieces to this broken heart.<br>Move over and make room for someone else.<br>Mabye a smile will find itself right on your face again.<br><br>Another empty sleeping bag. A broken speaker plays out loud.<br>An Elliot Smith song for those who can`t move on and on.<br>A tour to write you home about of how I`m doing. Pretty sad.<br>You`re not here and all my letters are lost in the mailbox for good