El tiempo nos hace mas violentxs.

domingo, 12 de abril de 2009

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.




creo qe no puedo parar de llorar

1 comentario:

Nanu dijo...

Acabo de ver el comentario q dejaste en mi blog :P Mi msn es Nanu.-nanu@hotmail.com :) agregame. Me gusto mucho el texto de abajo, a veces yo tambien me siento asi. Nesecitando un perfecto Jasper (: