lunes, 30 de marzo de 2009

C R E E P



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 and 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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