AKorn - Dear Diary [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Dear Diary, in my privacy
I can't find comfort in what I believe
I believe I can fly
Do I mean it inside?

I show up like 'Hi guys
How's your beer, you got a nice high?
Smoking, doing nothing important?' so damn boring
Boredom/depression: its a thin line
And this thin line is microscopic
I don't even realize once I've crossed it
Still I keep walking
Long gone, it's been miles since I crossed it
I'm way out there and if you spot this
Don't point it out, don't label my problems
And don't reach out to help me, get out of my office
Out of the question [Nonsense] Yo, I'm just chillin out...
Until I'm out of ideas, pull out the bag
Don't out it 'til I'm out, unconscious
Out of my problems, yeah out of my problems
Get out of my problems

[Hook]

My mind's got its own mind, I can't stop it
Own mind, own mind
My mind's got its own mind, I can't stop it
Why can I not stop it?
Dear Diary, in my privacy
I can't find comfort in what I believe
I believe I can fly
Do I mean it inside?

[2nd Verse]

You might run if I am honest
You'd run, You'd run
So I'll keep it all hidden
Locked up in a box in the dark in my closet
I express that I'm the best
And wonder why I'm lonely say my mind is sick
Cause I impress and then I reject
If this sounds good I don't suggest you try this shit [no]
"What you lookin' at?
Don't look at me, look at me, look at me
No I said Don't!
I didn't mean it- private
I will keep it as my little secret
I didn't mean it, please come back
This is too much realness, help me distract
I don't know how to feel this
I'd rather be smacked
I said sorry, just please come back". [please]
Even if you aren't kind to me, I always have my diary


[Hook]


[3rd Verse]

Angry and sad, period!
Hand me a pad, I'll drip blood on it – the only way I'll near this shit
You won't push me to strip 'til I clean, shave
Prep my shit so when you play my shit, and say I'm sick
This zone is my womb, not anybody can come in it
Protect my private area from those who covet it
Ey Jack you late, can't give you trust in it
You want wild thrusting? This ain't somewhere that you're busting in
Gotta be pretty or else you'll talk and judge, I know what men do
I give it away for free. Don't think that it's cheap, there's passion in what I do
Won't put it out if it's not special, I won't tend to
Your blue balls, that's your cue to find another hole, that goes for 10s too
When I'm menstruating, fuck men's frustration
But when the flow of blood's waning, It's almost done and I wake, then
I'm done the pad, fuck the games I've been playing
With this music shit I'm a slut, letting men straight in
Can't sit and focus and make a rhyme complete
Been running wild, don't take time, too childish to breathe
It's almost out, I'll take these secrets and I'll let 'em free
So sorry I'm late – I have a child in me