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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 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 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 doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
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 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 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 doing here?
I don't belong here
I don't belong here
Lyrics submitted by piesupreme
Track duration: 03:57
"Creep" as written by Thomas Yorke, Jonathan Richard Guy Greenwood, Philip Selway, Colin Charles Greenwood, Edward John O'brien, Albert Hammond, Mike Hazelwood
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing
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To me, it seems the song is fairly simple to read out. It's dealing with unrequited affection, either through rejection or just not noticing they exist.
Of course, everyone's going to take a dig at me, but I'm there with the song. Awkward teenage nerd, pretty, popular cheerleader, big crush not noticed, I think most of us have been there, done that, at some point in our lives.
There's a lot of frustration - to the point of anger and depression - when she doesn't acknowledge or rejects him, but he's still attracted to her. All you have to do is read the verses of the song.
First verse:
He's so shy, he can't look at her when she's nearby
He thinks he's beautiful, maybe even a dreamlike vision of her
He's watching her and her friends from afar because he realizes he's not in the same social caste as she is
The chorus shows his lack of self esteem.
The second verse, it sounds like he's acting out with self mutilation and considering suicide
The third verse may be just before he commits suicide, maybe in front of her and she's trying to run away from him. He might have even stalked her once (the 'again' part of the verse).
Like I said at the beginning, I really believe this is simply a very dark song about unrequited affection.
"You" is the very special, angel-like "I", that's floating in a beautiful world, like a dream. “Your” skin (appearance?) makes “I” cry. The real "I" is disgusted by herself and is willing to do whatever "you" demands, even if it hurts, just to become like "you".
"I" wants "You" to know when "I" is no longer around and has changed into "you", maybe so that "you" can finally be satisfied with herself. Unlike when "you" were here before.
“I” doesn’t belong here (in her body?) and she’s questioning why the hell she still isn’t like “you”.
She’s running out, as in having no more reserves, becoming exhausted, becoming void.
"Like a Rolling Stone is Not his best work" Bob Dylan fans
"Satisfaction is Not their best work" Rolling Stones fans
"Another Brick in the Wall is Not their best work" Pink Floyd fans
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"Creep is Not our best work" Thom, Jonny, ...
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it is great and it became great because it touch the spirit even subconsciously.
thank you
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All these songs are 100 times better than creep.