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 fated to telling only lies. But my dreams they aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely. My love is vengeance. That's 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 aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely. My love is vengeance. That's never free. No one knows what its like To be mistreated, to be defeated  Behind blue eyes. No one knows 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 conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely. My love is vengeance. That's never free. No one knows what its like To be the bad man, to be the sad man Behind blue eyes.