Blue = Brown and Haunted

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what its like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats 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

But my dreams
They arent as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
Thats never free

When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I use it and 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 finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what its like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

I suppose i am a robot as well.  you said i am blase, and i suppose I am.  that’s just the way i work.  you’ve seen how badly i mess up when i let my emotions out, and so for the common good, i bite it back, and go on as alone as i can muster.  you cracked Pandora’s box, my dear.  i tried to stop you, but i suppose i was too weak.  i’ll be going on alone for a while.  probably wont answer the phone often, but i’ll be online from time to time.  perhaps a year without affection wasn’t long enough to fix whatever is wrong with me, so maybe i’ll just pick up where i was.

I don the robe of hermit without a cry.

Nick.