paroles de chanson Intro - Rosa Anschütz

The seat get's wet right under me
Why do I question my dignity
Why didn't I take a book with me
Pretend or do really read
Instead I am writing on my phone
I wouldn't have done
If I wouldn't be on my own

Consumerism of things

Everyone knows that feeling
When you can't crack up your own ceiling
It doesn't matter if you're alone or with others
It's the mental state that matters