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 amor 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 amor is cengeance-
That's never free-
When my fist clenches,...
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