Monday, January 17, 2011
I don’t care if it hurtsI want to have controlI want a perfect bodyI want a perfect soul I want you to noticeWhen I’m not aroundYou’re so very specialI wish I were special But I’m a creepI’m a weirdoWhat the hell am I doing hereI don’t belong here She’s running out the doorShe’s running outShe run, run, run, runRun I don’t belong here.
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