"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. Don't leave me high. Don't leave me dry."
January 1, 1970