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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 SongtexteLooks 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 Aus Songtexte Mania