sábado, 14 de fevereiro de 2015

Verme

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 fucking 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 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 fucking 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 the door
She's running out
She run run run run...
Run...

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so fucking 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

1 comentário:

Anónimo disse...

Je vais raconter ce qui s'est passé ce matin. On était debout, je te serrais contre le mur... Tes mains tenaient min visage. Mes mains tenaient ton visage. Nos lèvres s'approchaient, se touchaient, reculaient. Nous mains restaient là. Pour tenir nos têtes (pas sûr que ça marche)... J'ai enlevé ma main, mis un doigt entre tes lèvres, t'ai demandé de le mouiller et l'ai descendu, là où j'ai trouvé un petit coin de paradis, là où j'ai monté au ciel, la ou je veux t'emmener au ciel