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 is it saturday.
   I´ll spend rest of day 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/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 habit, it will 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 be not me.