Lying in bed, cause that's the last place I am, before I give up.
I’m thinking about the years that had past, and realize they ain't coming back.
A man once told me, that we're all just a fraction of souls, that used to walk around.
Yes, and he had told me, that love is a myth, but a true man must never fear of lust.
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The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind,
as a young Jew once said.
Another friend once told me, that passion is all,
but we're not seventeen anymore.
Puppy love was everything to him, but now he grew old, and everything became nothing at all.
He completed his service, but never returned, at least not as the kid he was before.
I want to say "I'm happy", I want to feel alive; it’s funny when I pushed myself to the edge.
Never ending feast creates more mistakes- More than one man can stand.
He who makes a lot of noise, usually lack of a true voice.
I fear that I am that man.
All of the things I know, I learned from her, sadly I learned that too late.
My love one is gone, she's six thousands miles away, but somehow I can still smell her hair.
No witty words, to describe her face, No clever terminology to make her mine again- But boy I do miss her wavy hair.
We write when we're blue, when we’re afraid when we're happy- It seems that I don't know how to smile.
The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind- A friend of mine once carved it into a harmonica, he claimed it was mine.
I haven't played in a while, hadn't written a song, even my scripts’ lack of depth, I question myself, what am I doing here, but it seems that the answer keeps slipping away.
Take all your money and fame, leave me with no dignity and proud, I don't care about any of that.
Sometimes I feel like I'm a passenger, who occasionally passes by, in my own house and in my own lives or mind.
I need to meet a new women, that will sweep me off my feet, I need someone who'll teach me how to shout.
Those chains of doubt, keep pulling me down, and alcohol just makes me feel numb.
Americans hates when I smoke cigarettes, but they smoke other things. if that's not hypocrisy, I don't know what is.
This friend of mine, who's brilliant, keeps cheating on his girl.
I fear that he is also, afraid like me.
She tells him she loves him, he told me that he loves her, but for some reason, he can't tell that to her.
Could you please come already, don't wait 'till I'll be ready, that way, I will never learn how to love.
But if loving you, will make me feel peaceful with myself, than let us get a bit closer now.
Will there be a happy ending to this, No one can tell, but it is sure a ride worth of trying.
Life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get, or some other cheesy cliché.
The answer my friend, is blowing in the wind, with another wave of strange smoke dragging away.
The last few minutes of my awakening are the ones I fear the most, they bring thethoughts
of guilt I am trying to forget.
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Raz Newman//