The Man I'm in Love with Has Beautiful Caramel Eyes

The man I'm in love with 

has beautiful, caramel eyes 

But he won't love me back 

Because he can't accept 

that I'm a different kind of girl 

Not like any he'd ever had

But the girl he's in love with 

has beautiful black hair 

holding his back 

and he has to accept 

that she's a precious kind of girl 

not like any other he'd have

I get so tired of being different 

wondering when will I take my life by 

my own hands

When will I get to the point 

where I get bored 

and do it like many others before

Falling and 

falling and 

failing 

and scratching 

(it's not life) 

Standing up, 

craving 

and surviving 

Going on and saying 

you gotta try 

gotta move on 

(but it's still not life)

The man I'm in love with 

is 6 foot 4 inch high 

but he won't love me back 

because he can't accept 

that I'm a distant kind of girl 

not like many others he'd ever had

but the girl he's in love with 

her hair is black 

holding his back 

and he has to accept 

that she's the most precious thing 

he'd ever had

I get so tired of being different 

wondering when will I take my life by 

my own hands 

because nobody understands 

that 

Falling and 

falling and 

failing 

and scratching 

(it's not life) 

Standing up, 

craving 

and surviving 

Going on and saying 

you gotta try 

gotta move on 

(but it's still not life)

So where to turn? 

And what to do? 

At this point 

I can't see through

Falling and 

falling and 

failing 

and scratching 

(it's not life) 

Standing up, 

craving 

and surviving 

Going on and saying 

you gotta try 

gotta move on 

(but it's still not life)