My good friend tells me to be wise,
I say why bother, you know.
I cannot find whats wrong or right.
To me theyre all in disguise.
And their disguises look so good,
I cannot find whats true or false.
That makes no difference to my friend,
He will stand by me, and this he tells me
This life is just for living, I cant tell you what itll bring.
There are good times, there are hard times
There are reasons why we cling to what we want to be
What we want to see
My good friend tells me to be smart,
I say why bother, you know.
I cannot find whats mind or heart.
To me they kind of look the same.
And when he shows me all the lies,
I tell him to go to the devil.
That makes no difference to my friend,
He will stand by me, and this he tells me
This life is just for living, I cant tell you what itll bring
There are good times, there are hard times
There are reasons why we cling to what we want to be
What we want to see
But when hes gone,
Whos to hold me?
Whos to call me?
Whos to make me rise again?
Make me smile and then,
Whos to tell me
This life is just for living
I cant tell you what itll bring
There are good times, there are hard times
There are reasons why we cling to what we want to be
And what we want to see