«You'd kill yourself for recognition / Kill yourself to never, ever stop / You broke another mirror / You're turning into something you are not / Don't leave me high / Don't leave me dry / Don't leave me high / Don't leave me dry [...] Drying up in conversation / You will be the one who cannot talk / All your insides fall to pieces / You just sit there wishing you could still make love / They're the ones who'll hate you / When you think you've got the world all sussed out / They're the ones who'll spit at you / You will be the one screaming out / Don't leave me high / Don't leave me dry [...]»









