December black but on a windowsill I sit for hours
I kind of know how he feels
So much time to k**, 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 k**
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