17 novembro, 2006

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 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 doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here.


2 comentários:

Bandida disse...

run, run, run...






beijo!
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whitesatin disse...

Marcante, esta música. E tudo aquilo que trás à memória.