Thursday, February 10, 2005






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 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 the door,

she's running,

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 doing here?

I don't belong here,

I don't belong here.