Every day, the hours pass by
So quickly, yet I don't do a thing

I must be dumb
I've been feelin' numb
I can't explain, why nothing's gettin' done

Please don't write this off, like you did the last 12 years
I need a break, I need to breath
I bet I need a thousand things

So it here it goes, another chance
Giving up at last love's first glance of real life
You know that I don't handle pressure well (pressure well)

I know everybody feels that way, sometimes
Believe me that you will get used to it, in time
But not a person in the world
Can convince you otherwise
So what is the point in this?

Everyone would like to think it's
Possible without having to think

I'm feelin' numb
I think I am dumb
Can't explain, why nothing's gettin' done