Then all at once it gets hard to take
It gets hard to fake what I won't be
'Cause one of these days I'll be born and raised
And it's such a waste to grow up lonely
I still have dreams, they're not the same
They don't fly as high as they used to
I saw my friend, he's in my head and he said:
"You don't remember me, do you?"
I don't understand why people hated this album so much when it was released, I alwayas considered it a masterpiece tbh another JM masterpiece
how beautiful the start with the harmonica, the lyrics, etc... 