Dear diary,
I got you from father...

I opened my eyes,
And saw reality...

We use to hate,
We use to be dead...

I welcome you to this little wonderland,
Where all nightmares comes from...

I met him and he met me,
This is really a love story...

Little Mary was a little girl,
She has her own little world...

My memories... is my life,
Do you remember when you found me...

He used to be my friend, best friend,
He was always by my side everyday...

Singing in the lonely breeze,
As I watch you far away...

I still remember the days,
When we first met...