Well, it's too late for apologies, my dearI've been living in your imagery of fearAnd all that I could see was everything you needAnd oh my darling, it ain't meSo I guess that's why I've gone inIt's too late for apologies, my dearWell, I bet you thought I'd never really goBut I had to leaveCause all I thought I'd believeOh my darlingIt wasn't meAnd I've been looking for the answersTo your questionsAnd I've been living like a beggarBegging you pleaseHow did I set freeThe man that you made meOh my darlingYou tell meYou tell meCause it's too late for apologies, my dearI've been living in your imagery of fearAnd all that I could see is the very imageThe man that you made me seeThe man that you made me seeThe man that you made me seeThe man that you made me seeThe man that you made me see