I don't feel bad about you and me My hands are locked up, but my eyes can see I can't go on like this endlessly Nor can I laugh out loud at your misery But don't go feeling sorry For the broken pieces that you see And don't go thinking twice about The man I used to be And don't feel sorry for me Don't feel sorry for me Passion and pity for your writers, babe I've heard your voice so what can I say You've got a million things you can't say But I'll be fine by next Saturday So don't go feeling sorry For the broken pieces that you see Don't go thinking twice about The man I used to be And don't feel sorry for me Don't feel sorry for me Its ok, you're well on your way I can your ship; it's sailing in a dream If anyone should ask you I just say "It's not quite what it seems" And I will always need affection for I can be helped by standing in your door So many people have gone here before They couldn't help it if they wanted more So don't go feeling sorry For the broken pieces that you see Don't go thinking twice about The way things used to be And don't feel sorry for me Don't feel sorry for me Don't feel sorry for me Sorry So sorry Sorry So sorry Sorry So sorry Sorry So sorry Sorry Sorry Sorry So sorry