Behind Blue Eyes - Ian Stuart

No one knows what it s like to the

Bad man

To be the sad man, behind blue eyes

No one knows what its like, to be baited

To be slated, for telling you no lies

But my dreams they are as empty, as they claim our aims 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 blamed you

No one bites back as hard, on their anger

None of my pain though, can show through

When my fist clenches crack it

Open

Before i use it to 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 fingers down my throat

If i shiver please give me a blanket

Keep me warm, let me wear your coat