by Marc Peterson
You've got your portrait hung up on your wall
Is it there to remind you how you look
Or is it how you'd like to be?
A box of letters you wrote but never sent
Are they kept to remind you of being in love
Or are they being saved for a better man?
Diana hides behind the moon
All her guile hidden beneath her virgin smile
Is there ever a time you wish you could be mine?
Dance with your sisters
Diana, no man can claim
Empty streetlights, shadows walking hand in hand
Will they be there to greet the sun
Or will they run back to their safe havens?
Smoking a cigarette, a tribute to dependance
Like the pendant you wear around your neck
A charm so loose still chokes out the air
Patience is a virtue, true, but who can wait
Waiting doesn't get us anything
Except a little older
Never change for anyone who won't change for you
Your life's been full of compromise
But your love's free of sacrifice
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