I walk a lonely road:
the only one that I have ever known.
I don't know where it goes,
but it's home to me.
I walk this empty street,
on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Where the city sleeps,
and I'm the only one, and I walk alone.
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me.
I'm walking down the line
that divides me somewhere in my mind.
I'm on the border line
of the edge, and where I walk alone.
I read between the lines
of what's fucked up and everything's alright.
I'll check my vital signs
to know I'm still alive.
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating.
I walk this empty street,
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Where the city sleeps,
and I'm the only one.
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me.
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me.
'Til then, I walk alone...
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The Book Of Writing Prompts
RandomI'll put quotes, songs, and other inspirational stuff in here! And I'll certainly try to be original, though I probably wont update often.
