Creep

«Somebody goes 'Fuck yeah, I do!' Fine, well you know, fuck you
We’re going to play it anyway. Ha. („Fine!“) Fine. („Fine.“)
I’m not even gonna tell you what it is now
You guys are just gonna have to guess.» («It's Creep!») (cheers)
(laughs) «Dammit.»)
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 fucking special
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep
But I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
Well 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, special
And I wish I was special, special
But I’m a creep
But I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
Well I don’t belong here
You, you
Run, run, you run
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Run
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special, yes, you are
I wish I was special
But I’m a creep
Well I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
But I’m a creep
But I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here
I don’t belong here