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 you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, oooh - (any way the wind blows) -
I don't want to die.
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all...