BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY

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 girl, I need no sympathy- Because I'm easy come, easy go, A little high, little low, Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, To me Mama, 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 gone and thrown it all away- Mama ooo, Didn't mean to make you cry- 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, Goodby everybody -I've got to go- Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- Mama ooo- I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all- So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye- So you think you can love me and leave me to die- Oh Baby -Can't do this to me baby- Just gotta get out- just gotta get right outta here- Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters-, nothing really matters to me, Any way the wind blows...