Matchbox/I'm Not Like You

I see you walking by, getting by, trying the best you can
Never made it to be a hero, he's not that type of man

I see him look at girls, but girls are mean
They never look his way
Never guts to talk to them, he turns away and bows his head

He is a mental case, laughed in his face
it's just the way things go
Why doesn't he close his eyes, the sun don't shine for him

Is he ever gonna score
Picking change up from the floor
And his mother is a whore
Brush his teeth and wash his hair

Still the girls don't care, for him, for me, for anyone but themselves
oh yeah
Just wait, and see, that even he will find his match
oh yeah

Is he ever gonna score
Picking change up from the floor
And his mother is a whore
Brush his teeth and wash his hair

I burned my mouth having tea
Why does this happen to me all the time
is it true that I am. Just the way you say you are

My sister is just like you
She's gonna do the same things too
Live in balance love and hate
Life sucks when you are born to late
Later babe I go to bed my television-eyes are red
Don't you know what you have done
Don't you know my life is gone

Ask me anything you've always wanted to ask
Don't be ashamed
This is the time that you can get your answer straight
Don't be so chained