She was like vanilla and chocolate swirl, she was the best of both worlds.

Beautiful and smart, did her part and played it smart.

She did things her own way and that's okay because at the end of the day what more could I say, I wanted her my way.

But she shot me down *gah gah gah* on to the ground

I couldn't breathe and my anxiety was setting in and the pressure from my depression

and I asked her can't you just love me for who I am within?
She said "No why, you're not even a guy"

I just nodded said yeah you right, what am I

That night I cried myself into a black hole

Not knowing where to go or who to turn to.

The only person I wanted or needed was you.

And as the heaviness set in, I put down the knife.

I realized I am a man.

Just not your man.