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 very 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 very 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
She’s running out the door
She’s running out
She run run run run…
run… run…
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so very 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…
What makes a good song? Is it one with nice rhythm and tunes? Or does it require lyrics that connects oneself to it? I believe in the latter.
There are times that I feel that I do not belong. This song lifts me up each time when I feel down or inadequate.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said the things i’ve said. perhaps things would have been different. I act indifferent, you dont. I guess i expected too much from you. It was my fault, not yours. I should never have brought it up in the first place.
I hope things would turn out fine eventually. I hope you will turn out fine eventually. I will only if you will.
She’s running out
She run run run run…
run… run…
