The Diary

Too many pages, too many chapters, too many diaries

Hadn't found the one who could fill the void of my stories

No one has born ugly but everyone has been lonely, lately

 

Too many pages, too many chapters, too many diaries

Fallen once for a lie, myself, I didn't realize

The misery of my life, shaded me black and white

 

Too many pages, too many chapters, too many diaries

Somewhere in the space, there is still a diary left, with bare pages

Never has been written 'cause he forever dreamed of his friend

 

Too many pages, too many chapters, only one diary

How did I miss him when he was my huckleberry?

Found the purpose of living, luckily not lonely

Picturing each page, every chapter, of my diary.