Dec 18, 2004 19:03
Skin that crawls
eyes that bawl
an inside that grumbles
friends that mumble
I dont belong here
locke din my own fear
I stand here and die
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
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I'm not around