Thursday, November 5, 2009

C R E E P

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.










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