As you stroll down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Think of me because that’s where I’ll be
You put me there even though it was more than I could bear.
You see, you did not care anymore
Upon that dream, one day closed the door
You riddled me with holes from your scorn
Leaving me to do no more but mourn
To cry the lonely tears of frustration
To lament what we could never be
To disrupt my life and my concentration
Never to hold me tenderly
Only to align yourself as the enemy.
As though I were the only one to blame
Never once to look inside yourself to see the cause of shame.
No, to you it was just a game.
Once again, the tumbling dice are rolled
It is my river of blood running cold
Because no longer did you give a damn
You had turned into a beast, a ram
Breaking my dreams and my heart
Despite my screams upon delivery of the dart.
I chose you as a supplicant, but you offered me no absolution
You turned me away because I made you sick
Now all I do is rave and rant, leaving me in the state of confusion
Because never once was I the one you could pick.
Now Eponine’s cry of unrequited love is my own
Out here on my own Boulevard of Broken Dreams
If you ever care to see me, that’s where I’ll be.