chronicles

Ovo je posvećeno nekom posebnom iz moje prošlosti:

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

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


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

Ako je neko mislija da je posvećeno nekoj curi, zajeba se. Posvećeno je mlađem meni koji je bia malo drugačiji nego sad. Da san tad zna neke stvari koje sada znan dosta toga bi bilo drugačije. Jedino neman blue eyes, nego green.