Dear Diary.

Some times I write pages of my diary.
You read how I love this perfect brown eyed girl.
Do you feel like I'm faking it all?
Do you need me to tell you its true?
She's so beautiful, she's almost a dream.
This could be that one page,
Some words of it could be hazy off the tears,
It could show how I've stayed up this night, tonight.
I know she's asleep but she's right here.
At the back of my mind,
These little things I couldn't pin to my diary,
These things I wish someone told you.
Do you feel like I'm faking it all?
Did you ever feel it too?
Like these words I sometimes say,
Are making you smile too.
Do you think its not just me, going crazy.
At some corner of the world, your diary holds my words.
She's amazing, I could just watch her live.
If you think I'm faking it,
Just be me when they play this song,
Feel every beat overwhelmed,
And tell me it isn't true.