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.
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