I crinkle my nose

No one knows what it's like To be the bad man,
To be the sad man, Behind blue eyes..
And 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 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

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