lunes, 8 de septiembre de 2008

Creep

When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye, you're just like an angel; your skin makes me cry. You float like a feather in a beautiful world, i wish i was special; you're so fuckin' special. But i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo, what the hell am i doing here?. I don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts, i want to have control, i want a perfect body, i want a perfect soul. I want you to notice, when i'm not around . you're so fuckin' special; i wish i was special. But i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo. What the hell am i doing here? I don't belong here. She's running out again, she's running out, she's run run run running out... Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want, you're so fuckin' special; i wish i was special... But i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo, what the hell am i doing here?, i don't belong here. I don't belong here.

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