Lyrics
No one knows what it's like
No one comprehends the experience
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
To occupy the role of a villain, to bear the weight of sadness
Behind blue eyes
Existing with a demeanor of melancholy
No one knows what it's like
No one comprehends the experience
To be hated, to be fated
To be despised, to be destined
To telling only lies
To consistently convey falsehoods
But my dreams, they aren't as empty
However, my aspirations aren't devoid of substance
As my conscience seems to be
Despite outward appearances, my inner moral compass feels hollow
I have hours, only lonely
I possess moments solely filled with isolation
My love is vengeance that's never free
My affection embodies a desire for retribution that remains unfulfilled
No one knows what it's like
No one comprehends the experience
To feel these feelings like I do
To perceive emotions in the manner that I do
And I blame you
And I hold you accountable for this perception
No one bites back as hard
No one retaliates with such intensity
On their anger, none of my pain and woe
Against their own fury, none of my suffering is evident
Can show through
Cannot be displayed outwardly
But my dreams, they aren't as empty
However, my aspirations aren't devoid of substance
As my conscience seems to be
Despite outward appearances, my inner moral compass feels hollow
I have hours, only lonely
I possess moments solely filled with isolation
My love is vengeance that's never free
My affection embodies a desire for retribution that remains unfulfilled
No one knows what it's like
No one comprehends the experience
To be mistreated, to be defeated
To be subjected to mistreatment, to be conquered
Behind blue eyes
Existing with a demeanor of melancholy
No one knows how to say
No one understands how to articulate
That they're sorry and don't worry
A sincere apology and assurance
I'm not telling lies
I am speaking the truth
But my dreams, they aren't as empty
However, my aspirations aren't devoid of substance
As my conscience seems to be
Despite outward appearances, my inner moral compass feels hollow
I have hours, only lonely
I possess moments solely filled with isolation
My love is vengeance that's never free
My affection embodies a desire for retribution that remains unfulfilled
No one knows what it's like
No one comprehends the experience
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
To occupy the role of a villain, to bear the weight of sadness
Behind blue eyes
Existing with a demeanor of melancholy
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