...............

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

Anywhere the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me..

To me...


I'm sorry that I can't be perfect and I'm sorry that I didn't grow up according to plan...