lunes, 16 de febrero de 2009


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 fucking' 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 fucking' 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 fucking' 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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