Authors note: This is my first song-fic. It is Johnny's point of view. I know it's bad but there are better ones to come, that WILL be better.
Song: East 12th Street-Green Day
Warning: Sucidal thoughts.
Dedictaion: To all the kids that are abused in the world. Just hold on, there still is hope.
Thanks to: Shelby for finding me this song and Green Day for writing it.
Well
nobody cares,
Well nobody cares,
Does anyone care if nobody
cares?
Well nobody cares,
Well nobody cares,
Does anyone
care if nobody cares?
It was like the world was passing me by, and nobody knew I exsisted.
Jesus filling out paperwork now,
At the facility on
east 12th Street,
He's not listening to a word now,
He's in his
own world,
And he's daydreaming
Ponyboy is always daydreaming in his own world not in realtiy. I feel he won't listen to me either, but then again maybe I can't speak.
He'd
rather be doing something else now,
Like cigarettes and coffee
with the underbelly,
I know Pony would rather do anything then
listen to me so I keep my trap shut good.
His
life's on the line with anxiety now,
'Cuz she's had enough,
And
he had plenty
I don't think I take it my mom and dad always fighting anymore, there getting a divorce and I have to live with my dad, but I would rather die.
Somebody get me out of here,
Anybody get me out of
here,
Somebody get me out of here,
Get me the fuck right out of
here
I need away out of this life. I want to be in my own little world, or none at all.
So far away,
I don't want to stay,
Get
me outta here right now,
I just want to be free,
Is there a
possibility?
Get me out of here right now,
This life like dream
isn't for me
It's a nightmare, that lasts forever.