Why I Hate Christmas

I thought I found someone who
Understood what I needed
I thought I found someone
Who didn't think I was obscene
I didn't mean these words
I didn't mean these songs
I thought I found somewhere
Where I finally belong

Where I belong, where I belong
Where I belong, where I belong

When I looked at her she
Never looked straight at me
Because deep within shе was afraid
Of what she'd see
You know I've had some timеs
I don't consider them crimes
And I won't reject my past for
What it's made of me made of me, made of me
Made of me, made of me

I know that people change
I'm not denying that it's true
But I've met their kind before
It doesn't matter what I do
They will never ever see past
The colour of my skin
They will never understand where she stops
Is where I begin

Where I begin, where I begin
Where I begin, where I begin

Now it's that time again but
There's nothing beneath my tree
Because she's with her husband
Playing happy families
And if I turn back time could I make her mine
Or is this just the way that
Things were meant to be

Meant to be, meant to be
Meant to be, meant to be