Fool
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.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.It is a bad habit, it will allways be.I would with pleasure pass away.Slipping in corners, like I'd made somethingWhich has made me feel so small.I know I haven't got that dignity.This is my chance to be not me.