On the day you lost your virtue it really came as no surprise. There was no one there to hurt you and no one to dispise. The shadow in the doorway has yet to speak, hasn't left to hall. All that is certain is from the moment the light exploded and you drew in the breath of life the only thing you can remember is behave, behave, behave.

Soloman drank a potion. It made him rotten to the core. He drifted out in the ocean and never came back to shore. But then again - there were sirens building like violins. Hope for the future. Pray for the night. In this Symphony of Sorrow take flight. The figure in the window has yet to peak in on you tonight. Hauntingly familiar. While your pretending not to notice what is right before your eyes. Drifting in and out of focus - behave, behave, behave...

On the day you lost your virtue it really came as no surprise. There was no one there to hurt you but a whole world to dispise. But then again - there were sirens building like violins. Hope for the future. Pray for the night. If you want to live to tomorrow - behave, behave, behave. But then there were - sirens building like violins. In this symphony of sorrow.

© 2003 George Zhen, All Rights Reserved.

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