You're the best friend that I ever had.
Whenever life makes me feel bad,
Whenever the blues take a hold
You are there though you haven't been told.
I can pour out my poor heart to you,
And I know that whatever I do
You will never condemn when I'm weak
And you won't interrupt when I speak.
You're the shoulder I cry on, as well
As the confidante whom I can tell
Every secret that's hid in my head.
And you're there when I wish I was dead.
Most my life it is you who's been there
When the world seemed so cruel and unfair,
When my anger was too much to take
And the times that I felt my heart break.
When I felt no one else understood
When nothing I did turned out good,
When hope disappeared down the drain
You were there to take on all my pain.
For the times you have witnessed my tears,
For the times you have noted my fears,
For the times I've confided in you
All the secrets that no one else knew
For the judgements that you never made
For impatience you never displayed.
For holding a soul that feels blue,
Dearest diary, I give thanks to you.
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