once i walk in,
the dancehall echoes...
a silent party
long ago...
mannequins spin to a song that doesn't play.

i curl up in the corner
away from the faces...
you come along
and we leave all the traces
behind us, as you take my hand
and twirl me away to nowhere.

a whisper of curiousity
escapes from your lips
a smile creeps up
as you place a hand on my hip.
you think you've stolen my heart
and i will just leave here with you.

sorry to tell you
i'm already taken...
well, no.
more like forsaken...
but the heart is the real judge
in this twisted reality
called love.