O Pamela Nouvelle Vague

This a page from my diary
The fifteen day of November
This a page from my diary
What happened that day
I don't remember

But I do remember when
I wrote these words and then
And then reread them
Slowly to myself
Without emotion

And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
O Pamela
Tell everyone
Hang my head in shame
Take your name in vain
O Pamela
O Pamela

I have no soul
I'm as cold as December
Maybe twice as cold
And I'm as white as the snow
Because of my age
But my hand was shaking
As I wrote this page