Creep

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. And 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.
She's running out again, she's running out, she's run run run running out...
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.

Indecisión

Mi vida es así, y creo que nunca voy a cambiar. Me puedo decidir por algo, que a los 10 minutos voy a estar pensando las cosas positivas y negativas que acarrea, y voy a terminar sin saber qué hacer. QUE RARO. (Así con todo).