(John Taylor) 

She's looking for a hand
She's looking for a heart
Trying to find a way to make things start

She feels the growing pains
The turning of the screw
The making of a life inside her too

Close your eyes
Feel no pain
Nothing ??? (I have no idea what the word here is)

Everything's in chaos
Nothing is in focus
Her master plan of sadness
Her method to this madness

There's cracks upon the ceiling
Ooh, that sinking feeling
She's just about to burn out
She don't know how things will turn out

Mi Vida Loca
My crazy life

She's putting up her hair
She's taking off her face
The image of herself returns to grace

But nothing ever lasts
A hope can be your first
The prison of yourself can't be much worse

Close your eyes
Feel no pain
Nothing ???

Everything's in chaos
Nothing is in focus
Her master plan of sadness
Her method to this madness

There's cracks upon the ceiling
Ooh, that sinking feeling
She's just about to burn out
She don't know how things will turn out

Mi Vida Loca
My crazy life