To be the sad man behind
No one knows what its 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 its 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.
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 lose my cool.
When I smile, tell me some bad news before I laugh and act like a fool.
If I swallow anything evil put your finger down my throat.
If I shiver, please give me a blanket.
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat.
No one knows what its like to be the bad man,
To be the sad man behind
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