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's its like To feel these feelings Like I do And I blame you

No one bites back as hard On thier 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 loose 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

His douchy little pubescent image of himself certainly became a striking reality huh?