CHAPTER FOUR:

BOULIVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS

A/N: Hello and welcome to another chapter of my albumfic. I'm hoping this will be better than my last chapter. That one made me cry ((not really, it just sucked)). Anyway, I'm pretty sure that there won't be any controversy in this one, but you never know. There was your warning just in case.

DISCLAIMER: Green Day owns all lyrics!! Every last one.

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

Well, I'm back home now, but I'm back on that lonely road I'm always on. I never know where it leads but it's like my home, so I continue walking along it.

I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I don't remember ever not walking alone on this road. Its always been me and my shadow. The only thing I'd ever hear, aside from my Sex Pistols CD, was my heart beating. Some days I wish someone would find me inside this prison of mine, but I know no one will, so I just keep walking alone…

Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Aaah-ah,
Ah-ah, Ah-ah, Ah-ah
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

I walk down the line, which is really just a worn out spot on my carpet that divides not only my room, but my mind as well. One half is littered with all the stuff I shouldn't have, and the other half is nice and clean.

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone

If you read the lines between me, then you'll see what's fucked up and what's not. The littered half of my mind and room is the fucked up side, and the clean side is the alright side. Some nights I can stop breathing for a bit, but my mom never checks on me, so she wouldn't know if I was dead or not till the morning. So for now I gotta stay by myself in my head for another three years or so.

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

I've walked this deserted street that most people call the 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams'. It's about midnight, so everyone's sleeping except me. I'm walking down this winding road with my shadow as my only company. If Sex Pistols wasn't blasting in my ears, I'd probably be able to hear my heart beating. Every now and then, as the CD is loading the next song, I wish Kelli or Frank or even Seth will find me, but I know they won't. I'll just stay here, on my street, wandering the streets of my own depression, hoping I'll die before morning.

A/N: Yeah, this chapter goes into Jimmy's mind a bit and his depression about the world too. It was kinda fun to write this, since I'm not usually very good with depression fics, since they, of course, depress me. Fifth chapter will be up soon. LaTeR.