Your Diary

I can’t help but wonder if you really care at all

‘cause since last night you haven’t texted

And you haven’t called

And it broke my heart when i read your diary

Of private confessions and clumsy poetry

There were hundreds of pages and not a word about me

I can’t focus, i can’t eat or sleep, i can’t relax

‘cause it’s been seven hours and sixteen

Days since we had sex

And it broke my heart when i read your diary

Of private confessions and clumsy poetry

There were hundreds of pages and not a word about me

I read it in a book, you see

This could mean you’re just not into me

And it may sound insecure

But don’t you want me anymore?

And it broke my heart when i read your diary

Of private confessions and clumsy poetry

There were hundreds of pages and not a word about me