The Diary

And it came from nothing

But there was always something

And when the sky burned brighter

And the nights grew darker

Hold on to everyone

That I hold dearly

To my heart

And I wont forget them

I wont forget them

Fading, always fading

Never needed more

Waiting, always waiting

Scraped across the wooden floor

And the passing time

Reaches Out

And Covers Me

With Images

Of everyone that i have known

Are ever hard to see

And I wont forget them

And I wont forget them

Fading, always fading

Never needed more

Waiting, always waiting

Scraped across the wooden floor

When the day is done

Another setting sun is down

When the day is done

Another setting sun

Waiting, always waiting

Scraped across the wooden floor

Scraped across the wooden floor

When will you be coming home?

Scraped across the wooden floor

When will you be coming home?

Scraped across the wooden floor

When will you be coming home?

Scraped across the wooden floor