Creep

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.


Okay, this is madness. I have been replaying this addictive yet saddening song in winamp the whold day long. and i mean by 24 hours. Nothing but this. I get sudden attacks of sickness. Yes boys and girls, this sickness is incurable, unforseeable, unhelpable. Its called the sickness of love. In simpler terms, i am lovesick. Yay! Seriously.