Why I Hate Christmas

I thought I'd found someone who understood what I mean
I thought I'd found someone who didn't think I was obscene
I didn't need these words, I didn't need these songs
I thought I'd found somewhere where I finally belong

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

But when I looked at her she never looked straight at me
Because deep within she was afraid of what she'd see
You know, I'vе had some times I don't consider thеm crimes
And I won't reject my past or 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 turned 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?