Testo di Your Diary

Two am, Friday night  Another pointless fight  On your throne, all alone  Please get off your phone  You agree to disagree  What do you want from me? Two am, high on pride  Please don’t leave tonight  When I wake up in the morning I’ll need you  When I’m tired in the evening I’ll need you  All the times that you were right I was blind so I would fight All the times that I would cry I wanted you to hold me tight  Cause I need you