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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