2.15.2010

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 fucking special. But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell I'm doing 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 I'm doing here? I don't belong here. She's running out again, she's running. She runs, runs, runs, runs. 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 I'm doing here? I don't belong here.. I don't belong here.

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