Friday, September 21, 2007


When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in your eyes

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 doin' here?

I don't belong here.


I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna 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 doin' here?

I don't belong here,
ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out

She run run run run...

run...


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 doin' here?

I don't belong here...


I don't belong here...



Como dije antes... Algo ya existente expresa mucho más que un pseudopoema de un pseudopoeta...

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