Useless Id - Diary

^DIt's a weekday and I ^Acleaned my room ^Bmagain, ^{F#m G}of endless moments I ^Athought we once^Bm shared.^{A D}An open book, r^Aead every single p^Bmage. ^{F#m G}Naive enough to think that h^Aelp is on the ^Bmway^A.

^GRise and shine a day a^Awaits, watching c^Dlear skies t^Aurn to g^Bmrey. It's a d^Gead end road and ^AI want out, t^Bmhere's no retu^F#mrn. Let me k^Gnow when will it e^And' If only ^Dyou were m^Ay only f^Bmriend, I^G´d be fine.

A dire^Dction s^Aplit right from the s^Bmtart^F#m. I'm p^Gicking up the ^Apieces to this broken ^Bmheart.^A Move ove^Dr and m^Aake room for someone e^Bmlse.^F#m Mabye a s^Gmile will find it^Aself right on your f^Bmace a^Again. Another ^Gempty sleeping ^Abag. A broken ^Bmspeaker plays out l^F#moud. An Elliot Sm^Gith song for t^Ahose who can't move^Bm on and o^F#mn. A tour to w^Grite you home ab^Aout of how I'm d^Bmoing. Pretty s^Aad. Y^Gou're not h^Dere a^And ^Bmall my letters a^Gre lost in the mail^Dbox ^Afor g^Bmood.

are ^Bmlost in the ma^Ailbox for g^Good.^{A D}