Over the life time
hiding inside stories about
true self.
Through silence and scream,
stumble when the pencil emphasize my uncertainty.
I have everything,
but invariably I feel alone,
I have everything,
so why ...?
For all the moments
lacking,
I hate you.
And faith, a sense that you know me,
when it was not so.
No one knows what it's like
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To be defeated
Behind blue eyes
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 be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
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Waiting.....
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