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 faded to telling only lies

no one knows what its like
to be mistreated, to be defeated
behind blue eyes
no one know how to say
that they're sorry and don't worry
i'm not telling lies

but my dreams they aren't as empty
as my conscious seems to be
i have hours, only lonely
my love is vengeance
that's never free
(с)


мне жаль... мне не жаль?
тоска и печаль
для себя не осталось ни слова
меня больше нет.
что ж, прощай
бьется эхом в душе. и снова
уходить
(с)