He tore out the pages one by one

They went in the fire when he was done

Watching the paper burn was fun while it lasted

He found her diary in the drawer

Promised he'd read one page no more

But a part of him was sure he'd read past it.



He saw a name he recognized

He saw the truth with his own eyes

How a restless heart can find brand new love

She never really said goodbye

Two hundred pages told him why

And he cried cover to cover.



Sometimes they lock them with a key

Serves him right hers would have to be

In a place that's guaranteed he would find it

He watched them meet on page fifteen

Describing a man he'd never seen

Her heart going back and forth

Between aware and blinded.



You know it could mean a broken heart

He was a fool to even start

But with ever page he reads he turns another

In her own hand now leather bound

He just could not put it down

So he cried cover to cover.



Yes he cried cover to cover...