December black but on a windowsill I sit for hours
I kind of know how he feels
So much time to kill, and memories
Oh, lost faces
I wish I had them now

But I'm sorry, I am what I am
And I'm sorry, I am what I am

I hope to God I don't send you out broken hearted
I have been known
Back it up and then maybe I'll see you later
Or maybe I won't

But I'm sorry, I am what I am
And I'm sorry, I am what I am

So you don't want to know the truth about how I feel
Listen to the rain come pouring down as we're leaving London
How quickly you seem to forget how I got to you
I finally have got it made and you throw it all away

Hold your head high
Split the seams
Tired eyes, Tired eyes
Squints and staring
Looks that kill
Sarcastic smile, sarcastic smile

And I'm sorry, I am what I am
And I'm sorry, I am what I am
And I'm sorry, I am what I am
And I'm sorry, I am what I am

So you don't want to know the truth about how I feel
Listen to the rain come pouring down as we're leaving London
How quickly you seem to forget how I got to you
I finally have got it made and you throw it all away



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