Her Diary - Second

She writes down her lines

There aren’t many words about me

Could be thinking these days of

A different space, as she said

Pages, pages on the floor

Writing lyrics close to her

She writes down her lines

There aren’t many words about me

Could be thinking these days of

A different space, as she said

Pages, pages on the floor

Writing lyrics close to her

Like a secret in her past

Normal feelings coming back

She didn’t need too many things

Something to hold. Something to write

And I dont need an explanation

When it began was easy to stay

If I look back, there’s nothing unfair

And I don’t need an explanation at all

And now the painted sun

Is not our common background

And now the stars on the wall

They aren’t shining for me anymore

Pages pages on the floor

Writing lyrics close to her

Like a secret in her past

Normal feelings coming back

She didn’t need too many things

Something to hold. Something to write

And I dont need an explanation

When it began was easy to stay

If I look back there’s nothing unfair

And I don’t need an explanation

I can’t think with clarity

Figures looking blurred to me

I am starting to be sick of trying

Her diary has other friends

Her diary has other songs

Her diary is not the same as mine

She didn’t need too many things

Something to hold. Something to write

And I dont need an explanation

When it began was easy to stay

If I look back there’s nothing unfair

And I don’t need an explanation

I can’t think with clarity

Figures looking blurred to me

I am starting to be sick of trying