zondag 21 augustus 2016

Creep

"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,
I wish I was special,
you're so fucking special.

[Chorus:]
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 fucking special,
I wish I was special.

[Chorus:]
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo,
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.

Oh, oh

she's running out again,
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.





Sommige nummers voelen aan alsof ze je op het lijf zijn geschreven.
Kippevel over je ganse lichaam terwijl je naar de tekst luistert.
Hét bewijs dat het erin hakt ... dat dit nummer nagels met koppen slaat.

Ik .. voel Me hier aangesproken.
This IS ME 



Dryade

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