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 Cause I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, to me Mama, I just killed a man, put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gotta thrown it all away Mama, did I mean to make you cry? But if I'm not back again this time tomorrow, carry on, carry on As if nothing really matters 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 this all behind and face the truth Mama, I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all