I wake up somewhere different I begin to wonder whether if this is the real life? Or is this just a fantasy? Or am I just caught in a landslide because there’s no escape from the reality as I open my eyes and look up to the skies as I lay on the warm summers day; I see a poor child cloud that looks like me but I don’t need no sympathy, I’m easy come easy go but have my highs and my lows. Yet when the wind blows it doesn’t really matter to me.
Oh mother I’m sorry I just killed a man put a gun against his pulled my trigger now he’s dead. Oh mother my life sentence has just started; I’ve gone thrown my actually thrown my good life all the way; I didn’t mean to make you cry but if I’m not back again this time tomorrow, carry on like nothing really matters and it’s too late my time has come sends shivers down my spine. My body is aching all the time goodbye everybody I’ve got to go and face the truth of what I have done.
Oh mother I can hear your voice saying “any wind blows I still love you.” I don’t want to do die but at best of times I’d wished that I was never been born at all. I can see a little silhouette of a man in my cell hunched back and depressed. Scaramouche scaramouche will you do the fandango; thunderbolt and lighting in the cell very very frightening me, I’m just a poor boy nobody loves me and he’s just a poor boy from a poor family. Spare my life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy to will you let me go? Bismillah! No we will won’t let you go! Please let me go my head is going crazy like beelzebub had put a devil inside me for me; so you think you can really stop me or spit on my eyes? So if you think that you can love me enough but to leave me to die? How can you do this to me. I just want to get out of here.
Nothing. Nothing really matters anyone can see that nothing really matters. Nothing really matters to me. Just whenever the wind blows.