KęKę: Nic już nie muszę (prod. Kubi Producent)

I'm waking up in an empty room, in a chair
the sun is covered by the blinds.
I have a headache and my heart is breaking.
there was some bad dreams.
I grab my phone, my hands are shaking.
i'm calling i'll ask how's it going.
No one picks up, a tragedy in my head
i miss you and i miss the kids.
I'm reading a reflection for today
i'm saying a Prayer for Serenity.
I'm grabbing a pill, quickly take it
and i'm waiting for it to start dissolving.
Recently it has stopped working
i need to sign up for a doctors appointment again.
i wonder what will my psychiatrist say.
A cold shower isn't helping me
i need to look for strenght in me.
It's hard to get up when you don't want to do anything
you need to fight with yourself to do anything.
The simplest stuff is hard
where have i lost all that energy?
Not long ago there was more of it.
I can't be asked to do push ups
i think i will just lay down.
I can skip the breakfast too
they have bad breakfast anyway
I'm falling in my bad and i lose my control
i think this is what they mean by lying on a cloud
i feel that i'm falling then i'm rising
i'm young again and i don't need to do anything

(i'm singing)
La lalala la lalalala la la la.
I'm just singing.
La lalala la lalalala la la la.
I don't need to do anything anymore.
La lalala la lalalala la la la.
I'm not doing anything anymore.
La lalala la lalalala la la la.


I don't know if i'll finish off this record
Every week it's getting harder
I'm looking so deep inside my mind
that i'm scared of not returning from it one day
My words are carrying me through my life
they make it happen again
i'm hoping that i will avoid few moments
and will peacefully get home
to my young years
when i didn't have to think like that
to my young years
to the time where the only problem was who's going to grab the ball
to my young years
to the waffles and my siphon water
to my young years
when my mother knew how to help.
Now i'm alone in a sterile room
where everything is so unbiased
I'm counting my breaths and i look at myself
i wonder when will all that stuff go away
the only thing that comes to my head
is not to be that scared anymore
i'm sitting in my bed almost huddled up
i close my eyes and i start to sing

La lalala la lalalala la la la.
I'm just singing.
La lalala la lalalala la la la.
I don't need to do anything anymore.
La lalala la lalalala la la la.
I'm not doing anything anymore.
La lalala la lalalala la la la.

(i'm doing anything that i can to help myself
i'm not ready to take that path
i'm sitting alone in my room and i think
maybe the anxiety will fade away with the melody.)