Diary I found her diary a tree. and started reading about me/ The words she's written took me by surpise, you'd never read them in her eyes. They said she had found the love she waited for. Wouldn't you know it, wouldn't show it.
When she confronted with the writing there, simply not to care. I passed it off as just in keeping with her total disconcerting air and though she tried to hide the love she denied, wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.
And as I go through my life, I give to her my wife, all the sweet things that can find.
I found her diary underneath a tree. and started reading about me. The words began stick and tears to flow. Her meaning now was clear to see. The love she'd waited was someone not me. Wouldn't you know it, she wouldn't show it.
and as I go through my life, I will wish for her his all the sweet things that she can find all the sweet things they can find