Radiohead - Creep

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
And 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, ohhh ohhhh

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

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

Tardes de domingo...

Son esas en las que ni el fútbol ni la cerveza te apetecen, son esas en las que te pasa factura un fin de semana indecente y solo quieres encerrarte en tu cueva, y aquí estoy... en mi cueva donde la música invade el ambiente y se puede hasta cortar con un cuchillo, donde espero con desazón que el lunes me ponga de nuevo las pilas y borre de mi memoria esos gin-tonics tan bien preparados en El Tarugo, copas que tomas mientras buscas una "luz" entre la multitud, pero la oscuridad siempre es mas fuerte cuando te sientes vulnerable y solo, y la furia de otro domingo con mi guitarra y no contigo desespera hasta al mas estúpido de los cobardes.

THE REASON - HOOBASTANK