Fool

I'm feeling restless, but I don't know why. 
Fels 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 '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. 
Its a bad habit and you'll 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 to be not me.