Dear diary, what a day it's been
Dear diary, it's been just like a dream
Woke up too late, wasn't where I should have been
For goodness sake what's happening to me
Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary

It was cold outside my door
So many people by the score
Rushing around so senselessly
They don't notice there's people like me
Write lightly, yours truly, dear diary

They don't know what they're playing
They've no way of knowing what the game is
Still they carry on doing what they can
Outside me and politely, dear diary

It's over, will tomorrow be the same
I know that, they're really not to blame
If they wern't so blind then surely they'd see
There's a much better way for them to be
Inside me, yours truly, dear diary

"Dear Diary,
It was cold today. But the sun came out later, so I went out and strolled about lookin' at the shops. Didn't really see anything I liked, so I didn't buy anything. On the way home, I posted a letter. Been quite a nice day. Somebody exploded an H-bomb today, but it wasn't anybody I knew."