Monday, January 17, 2011

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 very special
I wish I were 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 the door
She’s running out
She run, run, run, run
Run
I don’t belong here.

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