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