To - Dear Diary

April, June, July passed by,

There is not a day in this year, that I haven't thought about you my dear .

Every now and then, I take you out and my pen, In my bed i sit steady, open the page and then get ready -

I cant help thinking, what difference would it make to record my days in you, I always see one answer -
"No bloody difference in your life mate! A girl comes, a girl goes,
You work a report, you review a plan, and the life goes on and on and on"

I always think, how would i make a difference, and then the answer comes, "YOU WRITE THE BLOODY DIARY". And thats when -

Those are the days my dear, I come to you with a hope

Time and again, I take you out and my pen,
In my bed I sit steady, open the page and then get ready.