Your Diary

I can’t help but wonder if you really care at all
‘cause since last night you haven’t texted
And you haven’t called

And it broke my heart when i read your diary
Of private confessions and clumsy poetry
There were hundreds of pages and not a word about me

I can’t focus, i can’t eat or sleep, i can’t relax
‘cause it’s been seven hours and sixteen
Days since we had sex

And it broke my heart when i read your diary
Of private confessions and clumsy poetry
There were hundreds of pages and not a word about me

I read it in a book, you see
This could mean you’re just not into me
And it may sound insecure
But don’t you want me anymore?

And it broke my heart when i read your diary
Of private confessions and clumsy poetry
There were hundreds of pages and not a word about me