Anyone else would have just walked away

Not just have stood there with nothing to say

And it's none of my business so I'm just gonna get out of the way

It's there in your mirror, it's there on the floor

Written quite clearly on every single one of them walls

Another lost sheep with a poisoned soul and blood shot eyes

Passed out on booze and barbituates and anything at all, anything at...

Say what you mean, mean what you say...

Leaving you here so down like you say

And I hope you don't remember all the things you just said

Well, it's there in the mirror, it's there on the floor

Black, blue and battered, hanging off all of the walls

I can't laugh and I can't even be bothered with obsessions and infatuations like self pity and suicide when the real criminal always gets away

Say what you mean, mean what you say...