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I'm feeling restless, but I don't know why.

Feels 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 and spoil another day,

this is my chance to be not me.

I gotta feeling that I'm breaking

and my hands are shaking.

My heart is bumping

and 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.