SONG I WROTE CALLED “DEPRESSED”; WHEN YOU ASK ME HOW I’M DOING I SAY “YES, I’M FINE” ABER IN MEINEM KÖRPER SAGE ICH NEIN. WEIL ICH DEPRESSIV BIN. ICH BIN RESLLY EINSAM, MY BODY DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HAVE FUN. BECAUSE NOW THIS IS ME, BUT IT’S HARD TO SEE. IT HAPPENS WHEN I’M ALONE, IN MY ROOM IN MY HOME. ICH MÖCHTE STERBEN, I WANT MY LIFE TO END. IT’S A BIG BIG PROBLEM, YEAH.
