Tuesday, December 28, 2010

My Love Is Vengeance

No one knows what it's like to be the sad man behind blue eyes


No one knows what it's like to be hated...to telling only lies


Not the kind of lies to people but to yourself


But my dreams...they aren't as empty as my conscious seems to be


I have hours, only lonely


No one knows what it's like to feel these feelings like I do


No one bites back as hard on their anger

None of my pain can show through


No one knows what it's like to be mistreated, to be defeated, to be beaten...behind blue eyes


And no one knows how to say that they're sorry


Don't worry I'm not telling lies to you, only me.


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

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