Siriussongfic

Hey this is my first songfic so i really need reviews. If anyone wants a beta reader i'd like to try but i need one too. Now on to boring things like disclaimers....
**Disclaimer**- Crying like a church on Monday belongs to Gregg Alexander and the New Radicals (None of the comments about his sexual preference made are to insult him, in fact I don't know so just Sirius's character) .All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K Rowling and publishers.

Stupid Muggle stove! I shouted knowing that it wouldn't change it's course of burning my last fried egg. Grumbling, and finishing the last of the beer I bought yesterday, or was it today, I stumbled towards the Muggle CD player my roommate has and the Voldemort-awful sap he insists on playing. Shouldn't a man listen to something, well harsher than the New Radicals? Stupid one hit wonders, I murmured as I slumped to the floor my elbow hitting the power button. With my back to the plastic torture device, I heard soft piano music floating around me.
I was dancing, with your shadow, slow down memories hall.
Laughing, either because Azkaban had given me my fill of memories, or the fact I was trying to sing along I don't think I'll ever know.
I said Wait have I been seduced and forgotten?
Stupidly, I let my extremely pissed mind pulled her face forward in my memory. I yelled to no one in particular, throwing the CD case against the far wall with my left hand, my right still holding the empty beer can. The case cracked and opened.
And you said ,Baby haven't we all?
I saw her and me dancing down a spaceless white hallway filled with gray smoke, or was it a gray hallway with white smoke? It didn't matter. We looked about fifteen. I chuckled softly knowing it was the first and last year I had her.
Now I don't like crying, cuz it only gets me wet. But I can't help failing, to remember to forget you and I know it's gonna be a long time.
What a pansy! You know, you probably cry every time... Never mind, she was an Angel, the only one worthy of wielding the magic that floated in the air surrounding her, enveloping her and protecting her from wretches like me.
And Im crying like a church on Monday, praying for these feelings to go away. So do me a favor baby, and put down your new god, and love me like Sunday again.
How could I not be happy for the lucky bastard? Of course he would get the girl it was in the rule book. The hero gets the girl and the sidekick becomes the womanizer. The hero gets the girl and Sirius screws up, but nobody counts how many times that's happened anymore.
I was hiding, in your bedroom, when I saw him come inside. I can't live in his shadow. Is that where I'll be dancing till i die?
WERE YOU THERE? You stupid faggot, were you fucking there? I turned around to yell at the clock ticking away the seconds till the end of the song.
Now I don't light candles, cuz they make me see the light. That I can't help failing to remember to forget you and I know it's gonna be a long time.
Raising my empty beer can to the voice I shouted, You've no idea you sick wanker. This is for all the sidekicks, the comic reliefs, the SECONDS!
And I'm crying like a church on Monday, praying for these feelings to go away. So do me a favor baby, and put down your new god, and love me like Sunday again.
Maybe I deliberately avoided being the secret keeper. Maybe in some sick way of vengeance against them, I handed them over. No, no, I shouted. I loved her I would never hurt her. But even on their wedding day she looked so beautiful. I knew I should be standing one place to the right holding her hand. with James on my left instead of me on his. Shaking, I succumbed to the sobs I had refused to let myself cry since leaving prison. Seems like dementors aren't the only things that force you to relive painful moments.
And there ain't no use trying to stop me.