Talking To My Diary

There's a secret I got to tell you

But I fear you'll know me then

Got insecurity and mortality,

Broken Glass fills the room

Deep cuts as I walk around

Old blood, draining out

Got Fresh blood and fresh sentiments

Got a new structure to build now

There's stuff I never imagined telling anyone

Stuff I hadn't ever even told myself

A letter to me, a letter to you

A letter to anyone who wanna feel alright now

A hope you'll get to see my colors

A hope you'll reflect back

If my words don't speak for me

They won't be speaking for anyone else, ever

If days permit and life let's me

I'll tell you more when we talk again