Monday, 15 November 2004

Cryptic writings#17

No one knows what its like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

 

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 concience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengence

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 concience seems to be

I have hours only lonely

My love is vengence

That's never free

 

When my fist clenches crack it open

Before I use it and lose my cool

And when I smile, tell me some bad news

Before I laugh and act like a fool

 

If I swallow anything evil

Put you fingers down my throat

And 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 blue eyes

 

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