If this is a ghetto, I'm in it with you

If it's just a prison, I'm locked in it too

I tried to leave you, but after all that we had said

I went to pieces when I should have shouted and screamed

instead:

So sorry, I said



Your powers of persuasion, those quizzical eyes

Have tired and tied me, with innocent guile

I would have walked out, and after all the tears we shed

I should have stalked out, gone and painted the town bright

red

But instead

So sorry, I said



How tough it gets, don't talk to me about it!

To pay off your debts, I worked on overtime

And you say you never believed in luck



If you need a reason, consider me mad

An old retainer, loyal and sad

I bought my freedom, but after all that we had shared

I couldn't leave you think of the skins I'd have to shed

instead

So sorry, I said

So sorry, I said

So sorry, I said