When you burn your diary What's the best way to do it? Should you light it right up Or take a last look through it? To remember the kind of person That you used to be Who wrote down all those words That no one will ever see When you burn your diary Should it be a big event? All the people who are in It Might enjoy the sentiment We could have ourselves a party We could laugh and we could shout We could all make a wish And try to blow it out The story of my life goes up with the mash I could live in fame But I'll take the cash And give it to someone I used to know What was I thinking when I let it go? When you burn your diary You should rip it up first So your skin can touch the paper As you tear right through the words And your life's in a little squares Each a lonely paragraph And they don't make any sense Cause they're all torn in a half When you burn your diary You can feel your heart beat Like you're standing at the crossroads Where your life and your death meet But it's only ink and paper And your only skin and bones And if that were true You might not feel so empty and alone When burn you diary