when you were here before
couldnt look you in the eye
youre 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 im a creep
im a weirdo
what the hell am i doing here?
i dont belong here
i dont care if it hurts
i wanna have control
i want a perfect body
i want a perfect soul
i want you to notice
when im not around
youre so fucking special
i wish i was special
but im a creep
im a weirdo
what the hell am i doing here?
i dont belong here
shes running out again
shes running out
she runs runs runs
tobalstylo está paradigmático
martes, 24 de marzo de 2009
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