I'm feeling restless, but I don't know why
Feels like time is standing still
So many people 'n' I'm feeling shy
I would with pleasure pass away
No one can complain
I don't care it is a Saturday
I'll spend rest of day at home
WonХt go home 'n' spoil another day,
this is my chance to be not me
I gotta feeling that I'm breaking
'n' my hands are shaking
My heart is bumping
'n' I'm trying to relax, or something
(Feeling low / waisting my time)
I feel like stone, when someone talks to me
Can't get a word out of my mouth
It is a bad habbit, it will allways be
I would with pleasure pass away
Slipping in corners, like I'd made something
which has make me feel so small
I know I haven't got that dignity
This is my chance to be not me