When you are here before
couldnt look in the eye
You are just like an angel
your skin makes me cry
Your float like a feather
in a beautiful world
And i wish i was special
You are 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 wanna have control
i want a perfect body
i want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
when i'm not around
You are so fucking special
I wish i was special
But i'm a creep, i'm a werido
What the hell am i doing here
I don't belong here
She's running out the door
She's running out
She runs, runs, runs, runs, runs
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You are so fucking special
I wish i was special
But i'm a creep, i'm a werido
What the hell am i doing here
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
第一次听yoga唱的时候，无感。后来偶然一次重听，偶然去深究歌词中的意味，就立刻深深击中我内心那块东西。反复寻找了好几个版本，每个不同的演绎者却有着或多或少相同的韵味。我相信每个creep的内心一定有相同的呐喊，无论在昏暗的路灯下，在嘈杂的地铁站，在雨后的阳台上，在闪烁的屏幕前，在热闹的大街，在宁静的深夜，在喧哗的闹市，在朦胧的睡梦。似有若无的声音在耳边低声轻吟着“she runs”,“ runs”,“runs”,“runs”。
这宇宙是如此地浩瀚，而我们如繁星般渺小，只能注视那些耀眼的光芒。而越是温暖，越靠近便会灼伤。这距离保护着我们，却也使我们孤单。