(I must say i'm enjoying writing this. Don't expect this to be a big thing though. I've got other ideas just waiting to pop out.)

2 Years Ago.....

Another Day. Another hell.

I get up. Walk to the fridge. Find nothing. Dress into a suit, run outside, get the taxi, turns out i forgot my wallet. Get kicked out. And fined. I land in a puddle.

"Perfect. How Pitiful."

I run toward the office. My wet hair feels like it's stabbing me in the face. I see my Ex. Work. Go home. Sleep.

"God help me."

And he did. He did.

Lightning crashes. The song plays while the storm continues. The song ends. The storm strikes on the house.

I'm dreaming. In this dream, I'm floating. Green and Black flying through my mind. The f**k is that supposed to mean?

The lightning causes a fire. The fire spreads to the room.

I'm tired of this routine.......

Present Day.....

I've been kicked out of people's heads before I can find anything out. Whatever's going on, i won't find out here. I fly toward another Dead Party. It's some kind of story thing. There's a guy standing on the stage, singing about his troubles. Are they his?

This song. It's so familiar.

"Who's this guy talking about?"

I said to the bartender. He looked at me and smiled.

"You......."

End of Chapter 2... Song continues until the end of the chorus.