quinta-feira, 21 de junho de 2007

Sem jeito algum

Eu me senti assim há um mês atrás. Foi terrível, às vezes pessoas especiais me travam completamente. E eu querendo ser apenas agradável, fiz cada coisa que me envergonho.

Se você é especial na minha vida, saiba que eu posso agir de uma maneira completamente diferente do que sou ou idealizo.

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.
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.

I don't care for love,
I want to have control.
I've got perfect body,
I want a perfect soul.
I want you to notice,
when I'm not around.
You're so veru 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 the door,
she's running,
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.

-The Cure / Radiohead

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