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I had my first kiss outside of that church on the hill We didn't use no tongue she gave me three out of 10 And thought that was really generous But let's be real she was shit at kissing too We got married just to get divorced later We said forever but I'll spend most of it without her I don't feel the same, or look the same, or sound the same no more And she don't either I met these boys in LA They said they were hoping that I was sorta gay Said they could buy me a drink yeah Cause aren't we all a little bi Bisexual Oh Jesus Christ I met a girl that makes me wanna have kids We never saw quite eye to eye Dear Diary tell me what the fuck I did I've been talking to you for hours maybe days maybe months or maybe mother fucking years You still don't say a word it's like you're just a fucking page here to catch all my tears Dear Diary you've taken all my pride You've twisted all my words and made me tell you what's inside of me Letras de cancionesIt was supposed to be a secret But I guess you couldn't keep it Now everybody knows tell me who else could have leaked it How'd they know to call me when it's three in the morning I was so stealth while you were giving them a warning Maybe it was me drinking too much g&t Oh Dear, Dear, Dear Diary I first got drunk when I knew that I shouldn't I was 16 years old but I saw my daddy do it But what's the fucking problem he seemed to live through it So I drank and I drank and I drank through it That's just one part of the story I met a girl that should make you fucking worried More then alcohol and more then fucking pills Cause every time I look at her I get the fucking chills Like she's some kind of god (goddamn) And I don't wanna lose her I know I've tried to say bye to her I really couldn't tell you why It's so typical Oh Jesus Christ I met a girl that makes me wish I never did Maybe that's the kind of girl that I should be marrying Dear Diary tell me what the fuck I'm doing Dear Diary you've taken all my pride You've twisted all my words and made me tell you what's inside of me It was supposed to be a secret but I guess you couldn't keep it Now everybody knows tell me who else could have leaked it How'd they know to call me when it's three in the morning I was so stealth while you were giving them a warning Maybe it was me drinking too much g&t Oh Dear, Dear, Dear Diary I've been talking to you for hours maybe days maybe months or maybe mother fucking years You still don't say a word it's like you're just a fucking page here to catch all my tears Dear Diary I've been talking to you for hours maybe days maybe months or maybe mother fucking years You still don't say a word it's like you're just a fucking page here to catch all my tears I've been talking to you for hours maybe days maybe months or maybe mother fucking years You still don't say a word it's like you're just a fucking page here to catch all my tears Dear Diary From Letras Mania