Lyrics

Dear Diary, lately you've been my only friend. I spend day after day, writing to you with this pen.
I still pretend sometimes, that I never meant the things I said back then.
But the more I think about it, the more all these thoughts keep me out of bed.
But in the end, I still get treated like a vending machine.
Only people tend to use me for free it seems. And any time I ask for a tip at least, I get given the cold shoulder, and a punch to my glass heart.
And then people get mad at me, when it shatters.
They all think it's something I can magically control, and physically interact with.
But the fact is, I can barely heal half the time. Cause I can't catch a break lately.
So the more I break down, the more energy I lose.
And it all gets to a point, where I feel I need to apologise for things that aren't my fault at all. And I give a million reasons, for why I'm stalling.
And then I keep falling deeper into this bottomless pit.
See when this all started, there once was a hand trying to save me from myself.
And I grabbed it.
But then I just let myself slip.
Cause I learned to realise, that I'm often too unreliable…