Diana

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You’ve got your portrait hung up on your wall

Is it there to remind you how to 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 saved for a better man?

 

Diana hides behind the moon

All her guile hidden beneath her virgin smile

Is there ever a day 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 shelter?

Smoking a cigarette, a tribute to dependence

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 forever?

Waiting doesn’t get us anything

Except a little bit older

Never change for anyone who won’t change for you

Your life has been full of compromise

But your love is free of sacrifice

 

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

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