My heart, colder than a stone

Moje biedne ucho. Moja biedna głowa. Biedna geografia, biedna matematyka, biedny włoski, biedny polski. Wszyscy biedni, a najbardziej ja. POVERINA. :c 

"It's not my little life that you want to share,
I was not enough too many times
and now I'm scared.
I have built a solid wall
it was so many years ago,
now you're cracking it.
It's not my little world that you want to see
I am nothing, so there's nothing
to surprise you with.
When you look at me that way, it falls to dust
and I don't care
you're taking over me.

it's not my little life that you want to see
I can hear you,
but my eyes are still distracting me
when you look at me that way,
I cannot focus on your words,
you're dissloving me.
It's not my little world, that you want to share
I can see you,
but my mind still plays a different game,
when you talk to me like that
I cannot breathe, I can't escape
you taking over me."