Dear Diary,
My boyfriend Fred died at the age of twenty
When I first met him, he was seventeen
God changed my life
He took my boyfriend
It was an awful surpirse
I'll miss my boyfriend
Dear Diary,
My mother said that life goes on
But I can't believe her
She said I must try to be srong
But that's too hard for me
When I'm not happy
Of course, my dear Diary
Dear Diary,
Now it's bedtime
But before I go to bed
Show me how I can speak with Fred
He was the brightest light
Thank you and good night