Growing Up Creepie

Out, of the ordinary Fairy tale, without the fairy A family that seems a little scary Winter, without the storming Crucial, just not necessary So strange, extra-ordinary A world with perfect people. No, you wont find me Anywhere but here The way you see me Is pretty far from clear A little different, not everyday You cant judge me, it don’t work that way So what, so what, if I’m growing up creepie?