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 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.