typeracer

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide. No escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see. I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low. Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me. Too late, my time has come. Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time. Goodbye everybody, I've got to go. Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, oooh. I don't want to die. I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.