10 Years Burnin' Down The Road.
Born down in a dead mans town, the first kick I took is when I hit the ground, end up like a dog that's been beat to much, till ya spend half ya life just to cover it up, now.
Chris Redfield stood in the door looking at the slim figure of Jill Valentine snuggled against the tanned chest of Carlos, who had his arm around her. They where naked. Chris dropped the bundle of roses on the floor, he stood very still.
What would you do? What could you do? How would you feel? The girl of your dreams curled up in the arms of another man. The anxiety knotting, taking over. Clutching at your heart, hurting. Run, RUN.
Chris turned and walked away. He opened the door of his car and got in. Driving down the main street of town.
Head bowed. Swallowing. breathing hard. Anger?. No sorrow. Hold back the tears. Don't mean nothing. Not a thing. Just lock it away. Be strong. We'll deal with these later.
Stumbling up the front walk. Open door, slump on couch.
Call her. Pick up the phone. No!
He threw the phone across the room on put his head in his hands, beating his head. He buried his head into the pillows.
Why me? Why did you do it to me? Oh god please tell me!
Sobs. Stands walks to the stairs, puts hand on balustrade lift a foot, stop. Turn walk to closet, take out jacket walk to door, shut it gently. Walk out to the footpath.
What am I gonna do know? What on earth can I do?. Those old feelings, again. Swallow them down damn it!
Street is dark. Well it is late. Blink slowly. Deep in thought.
What can I say? Who can I say it to? Who would understand this madness? This urge, this anger, this confusion. How can I make it seem coherent? Do you understand what I am trying to say? Do you? TELL ME!!!
How long have I been walking? Not in the suburbs anymore. Chris shuddered, involuntarily. He gritted his teeth in confusion. What am I gonna do now? He leant against a tree.
Loneliness. Loneliness. Utter Loneliness. Look back down the street. Shake my head, no. Run, and don't stop. Then what? Then keep going. Don't look back, you can't! You gotta get out there!!! Just don't stop.
Get of the tree. Start walking. Keep going. Pace is slow. Can't go any faster anyway. Feel like I been gut checked. Sure are a lot of fences. Chain link. Must be the industrial area. Fire burn off smoke stacks. Slums of Racoon. Over there under that shelter, homeless and a trash can. Fire, gotta keep warm I suppose. Up ahead a dark alley. Go into it.
Tears start to roll again. Slump against wall and slide down. I have lost her. She's gone to me. Oh well. Exhale slowly slump against wall. It is over now. Smile a little, Oh Well. Defeated. Smile again and put head in hands.
Down in the shadow of the Penitentiary, Out by the gas fires of the refinery, I'm ten years burnin' down the road, no where to run, ain't got no where to go.
There was a cough down the alley. Chris looked up and a dishevelled old man sat rugged up leaning against the wall coughing badly. He was obviously sick. Chris felt sorry for the old battler. Then it hit him.
There are people a lot less fortunate than me. GET UP. HELP THAT MAN!!! It didn't mater what happened to him. It never did. Help someone then help another. And another. Who knows maybe things will work out for the best in the end anyway.
Chris Redfield stood up.
Born down in a dead mans town, the first kick I took is when I hit the ground, end up like a dog that's been beat to much, till ya spend half ya life just to cover it up, now.
Chris Redfield stood in the door looking at the slim figure of Jill Valentine snuggled against the tanned chest of Carlos, who had his arm around her. They where naked. Chris dropped the bundle of roses on the floor, he stood very still.
What would you do? What could you do? How would you feel? The girl of your dreams curled up in the arms of another man. The anxiety knotting, taking over. Clutching at your heart, hurting. Run, RUN.
Chris turned and walked away. He opened the door of his car and got in. Driving down the main street of town.
Head bowed. Swallowing. breathing hard. Anger?. No sorrow. Hold back the tears. Don't mean nothing. Not a thing. Just lock it away. Be strong. We'll deal with these later.
Stumbling up the front walk. Open door, slump on couch.
Call her. Pick up the phone. No!
He threw the phone across the room on put his head in his hands, beating his head. He buried his head into the pillows.
Why me? Why did you do it to me? Oh god please tell me!
Sobs. Stands walks to the stairs, puts hand on balustrade lift a foot, stop. Turn walk to closet, take out jacket walk to door, shut it gently. Walk out to the footpath.
What am I gonna do know? What on earth can I do?. Those old feelings, again. Swallow them down damn it!
Street is dark. Well it is late. Blink slowly. Deep in thought.
What can I say? Who can I say it to? Who would understand this madness? This urge, this anger, this confusion. How can I make it seem coherent? Do you understand what I am trying to say? Do you? TELL ME!!!
How long have I been walking? Not in the suburbs anymore. Chris shuddered, involuntarily. He gritted his teeth in confusion. What am I gonna do now? He leant against a tree.
Loneliness. Loneliness. Utter Loneliness. Look back down the street. Shake my head, no. Run, and don't stop. Then what? Then keep going. Don't look back, you can't! You gotta get out there!!! Just don't stop.
Get of the tree. Start walking. Keep going. Pace is slow. Can't go any faster anyway. Feel like I been gut checked. Sure are a lot of fences. Chain link. Must be the industrial area. Fire burn off smoke stacks. Slums of Racoon. Over there under that shelter, homeless and a trash can. Fire, gotta keep warm I suppose. Up ahead a dark alley. Go into it.
Tears start to roll again. Slump against wall and slide down. I have lost her. She's gone to me. Oh well. Exhale slowly slump against wall. It is over now. Smile a little, Oh Well. Defeated. Smile again and put head in hands.
Down in the shadow of the Penitentiary, Out by the gas fires of the refinery, I'm ten years burnin' down the road, no where to run, ain't got no where to go.
There was a cough down the alley. Chris looked up and a dishevelled old man sat rugged up leaning against the wall coughing badly. He was obviously sick. Chris felt sorry for the old battler. Then it hit him.
There are people a lot less fortunate than me. GET UP. HELP THAT MAN!!! It didn't mater what happened to him. It never did. Help someone then help another. And another. Who knows maybe things will work out for the best in the end anyway.
Chris Redfield stood up.
