Detras de esos ojos tristes...A veces el cansancio manda, y me siento solo en mis pensamientos, aunque no me gusta hacerme la victima, quedo bien comparar mi reflejo hacia los odios dirigidos de esa manera tan visceral. Lo que pasa es que hoy estoy suceptible, ya encontraré fuerza para que el asunto me valga madres.
La soledad dura más que la alegría, pero no está mal, yo la busqué y es mi compalera, con Esperanza y Victoria, en este divertido tren de vivir son guión y sin pedir permiso a nadie.
Nadie sabe lo que es estar en mi piel, y yo no tengo idea ni interés de estar en la piel de otro. De nadie realmente.
Estamos mal, pero vamos bien.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
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 it's 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
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 it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
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