No one knows what it's like To be the bad man... To be the sad man... Behind blue eyes. No one knows what it's like To be hated... To be fated... To telling only lies. But my dreams - They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely... My love is vengeance That's never free. No one knows what it's like To feel these feelings Like I do... And I blame you. No one bites back as hard On their anger. None of my pain and woe Can show through. But my dreams - They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely... My love is vengeance That's never free. When my fist clenches crack it open Before I use it and lose my cool. When I smile tell me some bad news Before I laugh and act like a fool. If I swallow anything evil Put your finger down my throat. If I shiver please give me a blanket. Keep me warm...Let me wear your coat No one knows what it's like To be the bad man... To be the sad man... Behind blue eyes.
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