West end town a dead end type of world, with east-end boys and west-end girls. You might think you've got no future and you've got no past, and sometimes your better off dead. There is a gun in your hand and its pointing at your head, you think your mad? Too unstable? There is people kicking down chairs and knocking down tables in a restaurant, in a west-end town. Call the police there is a mad man around.

You hadn't been checking the news or reading the paper; it wasn't important to you anymore. But you should have, as a strange man grabbed you aside and pulled you into the alley. Before you could speak he had his hand over your mouth silencing you completely. You squirmed, but he whispered, "Shut up, look." A man was sulking down the road, dragging a bag with needles poking out of it. The mans arms were pale and he had extremely blue veins popping out of him.

After the man had passed the one whom had been holding you against the wall let go, "You west-end girls never pay no attention to things..." He huffed, wiping off his coat. Yet as he walked away he didn't say 'goodbye', he didn't plan on seeing you again.

Until it happened at the bar, or really just the bar of a run down club; with a few girls just trying to get their pay as they gave dingy guys a bunch of kisses. It was a good place for John to lie low, nobody here gave a fuck about anything, just wanted to get off. As he saw you sat down he huffed, "Oh, its you," he chuckled, "Again."

He paused, taking a sip of his drink, "In west-end down, a dead end world, the east-end boys and west-end girls..." He smirked at you, tilting his head, "You have a heart of glass, or a heart of stone? Just you wait till' I get you home. Ain't no future, and ain't no past, here to stay, here to last. Right in the presence,"

",I haven't stopped thinking about you since I saw you for the first time."