Bohemian Rhapsody

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Anyway the wind blows
Doesn't really matter to me
To me

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! Ooh! I don't wanna die
I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

Ooh, ooh
Oh, baby!
Can't do this to me, baby!
Just gotta get out
Just gotta get outta here

Nothing really matters
Anyone can see
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters to me