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 faded-
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 backs 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 cengeance-
That's never free-

When my fist clenches, crack it open-
before i use it, lose my cool-
when i smile, tell me some bad bews-
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.