American Idiot: The Story, chapter 2

I was walking out on the streets alone, thinking about how my life had been up to date; Not very good. After my dad died, things got pretty bad. So, I was just looking around, trying to see if anywhere was what I was looking for. A place with no rules, no leader and no one cares about anything. It was tough sometimes but I had to try, no matter what. I had been searching for days now, maybe even weeks. I occasionally stopped at a few places, usually to grab a bite to eat, but most of the time, I was on the road. I was cold, tired, dirty, and I hadn't eaten a decent meal in a long time, Along the way, I passed by the harsh side of town. There was a lot of poverty there... Like me, they were lost, and had no where to go, trying their best to survive. At one point, I tried to join a gang, but they kicked me out and left me to wander the streets alone...

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.
I walk this empty street, on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams,
Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone.....

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

Maybe, Ijust wasn't tough enough to do it. I mean, I've had a home with a real family for many years. What was I thinking? But I couldn't go back... It just wasn't...something I could have called home. I needed some help. Someone who was used to this, but where was I gonna find someone like that? I mean, who was just gonna take me under their wing? No one... I guess, I was just gonna have to learn to do that on my own. It would be pretty hard, but if it was to escape my old life, I'd do it.

So I continued to watch them. The punks on the street, I mean. I was trying to see how they lived, see if I could manage that. All that walking and I hadn't had any luck. I had no place to stay, no friends and basically no life. I didn't think it would be this harsh...

Forget-me-nots, second thoughts live in isolation,
Heads or tails, fairy tales in my mind.
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting, unknown?
The rage and love, the story of my life,
The Jesus of Suburbia is a lie.
And screaming...
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting? And screaming
Are we we are, are we we are the waiting? Unknown.....

The worse was when it rained...I had to sleep in bus shelters and underneath some benches and stuff. I was so tired. I couldn't do it. I would have to go back...I was just gonna have to continue to live my fucked up life..... And then, I fell. I hit the ground pretty hard. I don't know whether I fell from exhaustion, or just the thought of going back. I didn't even feel like getting up. Why should I? So I can turn around and return to that shit-hole? No, anywhere was better than there, even the cold, hard ground. But then, I heard a voice... It said,

"Get up"