Dear Diary,
I must relate you all my life
There where I live, I die
In the future, I would try
To don´t be more shy
That´s here when I must
Tell my feelings and push
For trying to find the door
Who could stop my fuss

When I must note my life
I often give it three pounts five
I´m sorry babe, but it´s the time
To leave away ´cause I must die
When I must note my life
I often give it three pounts five

Once Again,
I have enough to hear
A lot of lies next my ear
That´s for this I name you dear
Instead to insult you as the teenagers
I´d want wipe from the world
Not anymore waitin´ on the door
Not anymore sufferin´ anymore
But...
...Understand why I´m the clue

When I must note my life
I often give it three pounts five
I´m sorry babe, but it´s the time
To leave away ´cause I must die
When I must note my life
I often give it three pounts five

I have enough
I want wipe
Of the world
Not anymore respectin´ the rules
Who do of this world a rip

When I must note my life
I often give it three pounts five
I´m sorry babe, but it´s the time
To leave away ´cause I must die
When I must note my life
I often give it three pounts five