Creep

Creep -Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox/Karen Marie
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 f**kin'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
Want a perfect body
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 doing here
I don't belong here
She's running out
Again
She's
Running out
She's running
She's running
She's running
Running out again
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so f**kin'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 oh oh oh
'Cause I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here
I don't belong
I don't here