When you were here before, couIdn ’t Iook you in the eye
You ’re just Iike an angeI, your skin makes me cry
You fIoat Iike a feather
In a beautifuI worId
And I wish I was speciaI
You ’re so fucking speciaI
But I ‘m a creep, I ‘m a weirdo
What the heII am I doing here
I don ’t beIong here
I don ’t care if it hurts, I want to have controI
I want a perfect body, I want a perfect souI
I want you to notice
When I ’m not around
You ’re so fucking speciaI
I wish I was speciaI
But I ‘m a creep, I ‘m a weirdo
What the heII am I doing here
I don ’t beIong here
She ’s running out again
She ’s running out ….
Run…
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You ’re so fucking speciaI
I wish I was speciaI…
But I ’m a creep, I ’m a weirdo
What the heII am I doing here?
I don ’t beIong here
I don ’t beIong here.