Nie wiem już nic, już nie wiele mnie interesuje.
Nie szukam, nie fascynuje mnie już to.

The major cated guess
Tells me you're fading less
Like to your tears
But you're asking bad.

The little things, you do to me are
taking me over, i wanna show ya
everything inside of me
my feet are stuck here, against the pavement

I wanna break free, i wanna make it
closer to your eyes, get your attention
before you pass me by

So back up back up take another chance
Better off better off, sleepin by myself and wonderin

And every time,
I don't believe, that it could be
you speekin your mind and, sayin the real thing
my feet have broke free, and i am leavin
i'm not gonna stand here, feelin lonely but
i wont forget you, and i won't think this
was just a waste of time