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’s like to be hated. To be fated. To telling only lies.
No one knows, what it’s like to be mistreated. To be defeated. ..
And no one knows how to say, that they’re sorry.
And don’t worry, I’m not telling lies.
I have hours. Only lonely. My love iz vengeance. That never free…