The diary of me

I’m a laid back
T-shirt, blue jean, mood ring
Kinda girl
Hey yeah what’s the word on you
Lay low I’m a mission rebel
Angel devil
little left of the middle
Sometimes I get temper mental

But here I am an open book
Turn the page it’s all the rage
Get a look on the inside
Oh what you get is what you see
Baby you hold the key
To the diary of me

I’m poetry, complicated
Simply stated
Hey yeah baby how about you
I was born free
I’m a cell phone hippie
Are you with me?
When I mess up I don’t get up
I just get down yeah

But here I am an open book
Turn the page it’s all the rage
Get a look on the inside
Oh what you get is what you see
Baby you hold the key
To the diary of me It’s raining on Sunday
There’s nothing on TV
Yesterday was lonely
You’re the only one who gets me
My mind is like an island
Drifting through the ocean
I can’t stop thinking about you
I bet you’re thinking of me too

Well here I am an open book
Turn the page it’s all the rage
Get a look on the inside
Oh what you get is what you see
Baby you hold the key
To the diary of me
Yeah here I am an open book
Turn the page it’s all the rage
Get a look on the inside
Oh what you get is what you see
Baby you hold the key
To the diary of me