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 fuckin' special.
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doin' 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 fuckin' special. I wish I was special.
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here.
He's running out again. He's running out. He run run run run...
run... run...
Whatever makes you happy, whatever you want.
You're so fuckin' special.
I wish I was special.
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here.
I don't belong here...
A veces me siento así y veo a alguien especial y me pregunto si alguien así podría quererme. No se por qué te lo pongo acá pero esa canción me recordar esa sensación.
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