Dachte, ich scroll mal zusammen mit Chrissy durch alte Fotos 🍂🍁🖤💙🖤💙🖤🍁🍂 Inspired by @tunzuu ~&~ @nasty343 💙💭💙💭💙💭 Who is Chrissy Thompson? Chrissy is one of my characters. Her story is a very dark one, which is why she now suffers from DID, with two very distinct personalities, Vicky and Luna. Chrissy herself, however, is a very thoughtful, depressed, and highly introverted person. Due to her past, she lives a very withdrawn life and has difficulty, if at all, forming bonds with others. Chrissy describes herself as melancholic, thoughtful, dreamy, and even a little childlike. 💙💭💙💭💙💭 Lyrics by sladefoley © 2025 🎶 Wir haben eine Deutsche Community für Suno Artisten aufgebaut. 🎶 Wir sind die StorytellerZ und Du findest uns im Discord unter: 👉 https: //discord.gg/pXKrJtmAe7 https://linktr.ee/sladefoleyofficial 🍂💙🍁🍃🍂💙🍁🍃🍂💙🍁🍃🍂💙🍁🍃 Ich lauf durch die Straßen, es ist Tag in der Stadt. Du erkennst zwar die Sonne, aber es ist Mitternacht. Ich seh und höre Menschen, aber irgendwie so schwach. Zwar ein finsterer Blick, doch ich bin nicht wirklich wach. Ich drehe meine Runden mit Blick auf'm Screen. Gott, was waren das für Stunden, Mann, damals in Berlin? Ich wisch über'm Screen, er zeigt mir Fotos, die ich nie, noch nie zuvor gesehen habe, ey, ist das da Janine? Scheiße, war'n wir jung, wir haben gelacht, hatten Spaß. Ich seh mir in die Augen, fuck, was hast du bloß gemacht? Was ist aus dir geworden? Wann hast du aufgehört zu lachen? Wann bist du zu Slade geworden? Ich hab so viele Fragen.. I've found pictures of myself.. Scroll through memories of someone else.. Do what I can but anything wouldn't help.. Those are pictures of me .. — but I don't recognize myself. I've found pictures of myself.. Scroll through memories of someone else.. Do what I can but anything wouldn't help.. Those are pictures of me .. — but I don't recognize myself. Zünd die Kippe an, und atme nochmal durch.. Weiter geht's im Text, ich muss so langsam los.. Ich setz mich in die Bahn mit dem Kopf an der Scheibe, seh so viele Leute, du siehst ihnen an wie sie leiden. Jeden Tag dieselbe scheiße also Handy wieder raus, öffne wieder meine Fotos, Mann, Tausende sind drauf. Ich scrolle weiter runter und da seh ich mich als Kind, ich hatte so ein süßes Lächeln. Wo ist es denn bloß hin? Keine Narbe, keine Falten, keine Ahnung wer das ist.. Wer zum Teufel hat bloß die rote Mütze da gestrickt? Ich würde fast behaupten, das bin ich auf diesem Bild, aber niemals wirklich niemals bin — das — ich. I've found pictures of myself.. Scroll through memories of someone else.. Do what I can but anything wouldn't help.. Those are pictures of me .. — but I don't recognize myself. There is no scar~ There is no pain.. Like it's so far~ So far away.. Ich seh mir selber ins Gesicht.. doch wer bin ich eigentlich? Ich erkenn mich selber nicht.. Doch, wer ist dieses — ich? I've found pictures of myself.. Scroll through memories of someone else.. Do what I can but anything wouldn't help.. Those are pictures of me .. — but I don't recognize myself. Who am I? 🍂💙🍁🍃🍂💙🍁🍃🍂💙🍁🍃🍂💙🍁🍃 [Verse 1] I walk through the streets, it’s daytime in the city. You can see the sun, but somehow it’s midnight. I see and hear people, but somehow so faint. A dark look on my face, but I’m not really awake. I make my rounds with my eyes on the screen. God, what kind of hours were those, man, back then in Berlin? I swipe across the screen, it shows me photos I’ve never, never seen before, ey, is that Janine? Shit, we were young, we laughed, we had fun. I look myself in the eyes, fuck, what have you done? What became of you? When did you stop laughing? When did you become Slade? I’ve got so many questions… [Chorus] I've found pictures of myself.. Scroll through memories of someone else.. Do what I can but anything wouldn't help.. Those are pictures of me .. — but I don't recognize myself. I've found pictures of myself.. Scroll through memories of someone else.. Do what I can but anything wouldn't help.. Those are pictures of me .. — but I don't recognize myself. [Verse 2] Light the cigarette, and breathe again for a second… Back to the story, I really gotta get going soon… I sit down on the train with my head against the window, see so many people, you can tell how much they’re suffering. Same shit every day, so I pull out my phone again, open up my photos again, man, thousands on there. I scroll further down and then I see myself as a kid, I had such a sweet smile. Where the hell did it go? No scar, no wrinkles, no clue who that is… Who the hell knitted that red hat? I would almost claim that’s me in this picture, but never, really never, is — that — me. [Chorus] I've found pictures of myself.. Scroll through memories of someone else.. Do what I can but anything wouldn't help.. Those are pictures of me .. — but I don't recognize myself. [Bridge] There is no scar~ There is no pain.. Like it's so far~ So far away.. I look myself in the face… but who am I, actually? I don’t recognize myself… So, who is this — me? [Chorus] I've found pictures of myself.. Scroll through memories of someone else.. Do what I can but anything wouldn't help.. Those are pictures of me .. — but I don't recognize myself.
