Your secret diary

You liked to sit by the window
And watch the twilight fall
Like a queen in your own kingdom
Or so

You would often look all creepy
Writing something down
And that look stated
'Reading not allowed'

Then came a day when I could tell
I didn't really know you well

Your secret diary's a morbid book of killings
Won't sit around and wait until I end up in it
Watching you fall asleep
Then leaving into the night
Hope that little drop of poison
Sweetened your last glass of wine

I read of all your victims
The things you did to them
In all its awful detail
Oh yeah

I've read it all and I can't help
Picturing you burning in hell

Your secret diary's a morbid book of killings
Won't sit around and wait until I end up in it
Watching you fall asleep
Then leaving into the night
Hope that little drop of poison
Sweetened your last glass of wine



Credits
Writer(s): Igor Sakharov
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