Is this is real life?, Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landside. 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. Anyway the wind blows,

Doesn't really matter to me.

Y en la soledad, de mi cuestión emocional, tuve un plan genial; no lo voy a confesar. 
Pues nena lo entendiste mal yo no quise matar, lo nuestro.