I walk a lonely road, the only road that I have ever known
I stopped keeping track of time
somewhere between "goodbye,"
and where we crossed that line
Don't know where it goes, but it's home to me and I walk alone
you'd leave me stranded
and just left for dead
I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Here, hope just lies around
I think I'll drink this booze
and smash the bottle on the ground
I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind
Some days life just sucks
Then some are fine,
but most I don't give a £u¢k
Read between the lines--what's £u¢k€d up and everything's alright
Middle finger to the sky,
cuz I'm stuck between wondering how
and knowing full well why
Check my vital signs and know I'm still alive and I walk alone*
I'll walk till I hit a dead end
then I'll sit awhile
I'll sit awhile
Oh, just until
I know you're not coming, my old friend
Bringing back my "lyrical likeness" style poetry. I break down song lyrics and reimagine them to develop an extra dimension.
Words in bold are lyrics to Green Day's 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams.'
Italicized words are mine.