I regret these days in DecemberI could have stopped her thenshe reaches out and under my skinoh I can feel her reaching inShe breaks my days and I do seeshe wants to be a part of meGet in my car and I'll drive awayget in my carand I'll take you to the placein my car we can't feel the timein my car we can't hear a soundShe puts her armssecure around my fearsays not to worry as she takesperhaps I did wrongin these days in Decemberbut show me the way and I'll tryShe breaks my daysand copies my waysshe wants to be just like meShe loves to danceand go out at nightthe sound of breaking things feels rightwants my response her audienceafraid that I will betrayshe calls my name and I feel shameand she's calling out my nameshe's calling out now, I regret these...