Куплет:
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,
you're so fucking
special.
Припев:
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing
here?
Куплет:
I don’t
care if it hurts,
I want to have
control.
I want a perfect
soul.
You’re so fucking
special,
Припев:
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing
here?
Куплет:
She’s
running out the door,
she
run, run, run, run, run.
Whatever makes you happy,
You’re so fucking
special,
Припев:
But I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing
here?