A veces no comprendo que es lo que quiso, o lo que quiere, cuando me tiene, no se conforma, cuando me pierde, tampoco. Antes pensaba que el problema era yo, pero no, el problema lo tiene él... Cuando quiere, sólo cuando él tiene ganas no deja de buscarme y de tirar indirectas con las cuáles hace unos meses habría cedido, y confiezo, lo sigo haciendo. Siempre lo mismo, vuelvo a ceder y caer en su juego, hasta que se aburre nuevamente, y así se repite sucesivamente.

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.

I wish I was special.

You're so fucking' 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 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

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 again,

She's running out

She's run, run, run, running out...

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 ...

right, one, two, three, four

so sell your suit and tie and come and live with me
leukemia schizophrenia polyethylene
there is no significant risk to your health
she used to be beautiful once as well

plastic bag, middle class, polyethylene
decaffeinate, unleaded, keep all surfaces clean
if you don't believe this, sell your soul
if you don't get into it, no one will..