Creep

Creep -Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox/Karen Marie

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 f**kin'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 want to have control

Want a perfect body

Want a perfect soul

I want you to notice

When I'm not around

You're so very 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

Again

She's

Running out

She's running

She's running

She's running

Running out again

Whatever makes you happy

Whatever you want

You're so f**kin'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 oh oh oh

'Cause I'm a creep

I'm a weirdo

What the hell am I doing here

I don't belong

I don't here