Creep by Radiohead

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 doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna 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 doin' here?
I don't belong here, ohhhh, ohhhh

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

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 doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...

Sometimes, I wish I would still have my old bicycle. I'd pack up some light clothes in a bag with a few good books, and just start going nowhere in particular. Then perhaps I would get loss, with nowhere familiar to turn to. Maybe I'll get robbed, and yeah, go on to be stabbed or something. And who knows, get lonely enough so much that I start groping every stranger in sight in desperate need for a bit of physical affection

Then perhaps I would a get a grip on where exactly I belong in this world. Find out who would still care about me, and who I would miss with each passing seconds and minutes, and maybe along the way what kind of things that matter to me the most

Or maybe I'd learn to just stay home, be grateful and shit. Forget all this little escapade, forget about staying in some foreign country for 12 years without any news, like someone in my family did

...Perhaps I'm really such a creep, a freaking weirdo~