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. He's running out again. he's running out.. He 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.
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# Posté le vendredi 06 juin 2008 15:23
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