I’m not giving in.
I’m pretty desperate.
I’ve got no ideas left.
Every time I head out, I just wanna turn back right away.
I’m giving up all my plans.
I had to cancel our flights.
We had to skip the concert.
Thank God we managed to get rid of the tickets.
Of course at a loss.
When can I finally leave this mess behind?
I’d love to be happier, but I just can’t—the situation drags me down.
Okay, I’ll stop whining now.
I should keep telling myself jokes, maybe that helps.
It could be worse, I should just pull myself together like so many others do.
But sometimes you just snap.
You just gotta let loose.
Or just take it easy for once.
You can push every despair to the extreme.
Every day is new and the cards get reshuffled.
Sometimes I’m on cloud nine, but then everything gets on my nerves again.
It’s tough when you’ve gotta make your own fun.
You can run around like crazy, but nobody helps you.
I messed up, so I’ve gotta get myself out of it.
At an old age, you shouldn’t get comfort surgeries anymore.
You shouldn’t give a damn about your little aches and pains.
Still, I feel like the surgery went really badly.
und sonstiges