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
And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And 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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