No one knows what it's like to be thebad man
sad man behind blue eyes
No one knows what it's like to be hated,
to befated to telling only lies.
But my dreams, they aren'tas 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
When my fist clenches crack it open
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile tell me some bad news
And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
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