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.
wonõt 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.