Creep de Radiohead

Porque es poesía hecha música, porque todos nos hemos sentido algo creeps en nuestra vida y porque los recuerdos se apilan uno tras otro cada vez que escucho esta canción...

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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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