Guns N Roses

miércoles, 3 de junio de 2009

Creep, weirdo.

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

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