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 *****
and smash the bottle on the ground
I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind
Some days life just *****
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
******* 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.