Saturday, February 10, 2007

Creep...

En momentos como este... cuando las palabras se suicidan en la garganta, es bueno encontrar la manera exácta de decir lo indecible.
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, ohhhh, ohhhh
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..

1 comment:

Edilberto González Trejos - Autor said...

Una de aquéllas que viví en los 90 y una de éstas que siempren PERMANECEN en mi éter interno