至少好好的繼續寫我的網誌，這挺好的。
今天要把一張六號的畫在出門前趕完。
這像是回到十年前，coldplay跟radiohead重複的在相同的位置降落。
傢具的移動，位階的變置，在凹陷的指尖裡艱鉅。
她在床上唱著、說著，對著所有的人。
那其實更真實。
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,
She runs runs runs runs...
Runs...
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 doin' here?
I don't belong here,
I don't belong here...
