Dear Diary, What is wrong with me? 'Cos I'm fine between the lines. Be not afraid. Help is on its way. A sentence suspended in air, Way over there. Dear Diary, What else could it be? As nightshade descends like a veil, Under the sail of my heart. Be still, don't stop until the end. Dear Diary, What is wrong with me? 'Cos I'm fine between the lines.