Dear Diary, What is wrong with me? `Cos
I`m fine between the lines. Be not afraid.
Help is on its way. A sentense suspended
in air, way over there. Dear Diary, What
else could it be? As nightshade desends 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.

Travis