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 got the world all sussed out
They're the ones who spit on 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.

li shan
nafa(visual communications)
12 april 1987

anna angeline caylynn cindy
denise eugenia huiyan limin
linlin mellissa pamela perlyn
seokhui shiming ummairah vanessa weicong weijie


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