I'm a creep

Listened to the song Creep by Radiohead....
Keep thinking about it and myself, walking outside for half a hour and sitting on a chair by the roadside outside the community library...Kind of blue, down, but I know I'll survive and have to survive anyway...
The song is about the girl who running out the door, and the man feels himself is a creep and wiredo...No comment, manybe have to feel the situation and feel urself.

I'm a creep, I'm a wiredo, what the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here...

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
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 very special
I wish I was special
And 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 running out...
Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You're so very special
I wish I was special...
You're so very special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here.