Dear Diary,
Is this really what I want to do...

I sit here alone,
unwanted, unknown...

When you look into my eyes,
What do you really see...

Just a face in the crowd
A raindrop in the sea...

If I died,
Would you cry...

As the minutes pass
and the clock slows...

They dont know
what I do...

The real me
Is not what you can see...

Life isn't all it is made out to be.
A child is conceived...

You gave me love I didnt deserve
you showed me what I couldnt see...

I need you now
someway, somehow...

Will I ever be enough?
Will I ever make you proud...