I walk alone, I walk alone. I'm the only one out tonight, so it's no metaphore. It feels like I have just washed up onto some random shore. Here I am on the Bulevard of my Broken Dreams, abd I walk alone, I walk alone.
I'm moving down the streets but it's all of the same things. Dark and clowdy, defeat is still lingering in the air, I walk alone I walk alone, and it's not fair.
All of the shattered windows are relevant it seems, to the bulevard of my broken dreams. Looking at the group I can't seem to clean up the mess, it's just too dirty. Realizing my goals aren't all the sturdy. I walk alone, I walk alone.
Confedi on the ground like I missed the whole parade. Worst part is that I don't even know when I started, and now I'm afaid, because down this bulevard, I walk alone, I walk alone.
I love how you expand everything than they really are... You know what I mean?? You're very discriptive. I really like the beginning " walk alone, I walk alone. I'm the only one out tonight, so it's no metaphore" it is very very good in my opinion.
ReplyDeleteI like the way you did this and added the picture from inception. For those that have seen it are able to make sense of the writing and kind of put themselves into it.. but anyways yeah sweet!
ReplyDeleteThe picture is great and was a great addition to this post.
ReplyDeleteI liked how it rhymed at most parts. I thought that was an interesting little twist, intentional or not.
ReplyDeleteAlso the picture was a nice addition because it helped me get into the visuals you were describing.