i'm feeling restless, but i don't know why.
fels like time is standing still.
so many people and 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.
won't 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/wasting my time)
i feel like stone when someone talks to me.
can't get a word out of my mouth.
its a bad habit and you'll always be.
i would with pleasure pass away.
slipping in corners like i'd made something
which has made me feel so small.
i know i haven't got that dignity.
this is my chance to be not me. |