No one knows
What it's like .
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes .
And 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 its 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 who can show through .
No one knows what its like
To be mistreated to be defeated Behind blue eyes .
No one knows how to say
That they're sorry and don't worry I'm not telling lies
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
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