Fool — текст песни (Rasmus)

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.
Wont 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.