Disclaimer: (Oops, forgot this. Sorry) I don't own the copyright to any works by Anthony Horowitz or The Who, verbal, written or otherwise.

No one knows what its like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

The life of an assassin is lonely,

Always on your own.

Never being able to count on someone,

To be there to welcome you home.

No one knows what its like

To be hated

To be fated

To telling only lies

It's impossible to describe,

The feeling when you look into,

A persons eyes and reconcile yourself,

To take away the light that shines there.

But my dreams

They aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be

My dreams are filled with memories,

Too precious to forget,

The few things I let myself hold onto.

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

Time passes slowly when you're alone,

Waiting for someone to come along who,

Without realising, can change your whole life.

No one knows what its like

To feel these feelings

Like I do

And I blame you

I had never felt that way,

Before I met you,

You turned my world upside down,

And left me reeling.

No one bites back as hard

On their anger

None of my pain and woe

Can show through

And now I watch from afar,

At your smiling face,

Trying not to grimace when I see you,

Laughing and joking with HER.

But my dreams

They aren't as empty

As my conscience seems to be

At night I dream of you,

Always in my head,

Never close enough.

I have hours, only lonely

My love is vengeance

That's never free

But someday I hope you'll see,

The things right in front of you,

Begging to be noticed.

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 mess up, stop me,

Before I blow everything,

If I lose my focus, hit me,

Till I start concentrating again.

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

When a scowl crosses my face,

Please don't misunderstand,

If I call, please be there

If I need you, please don't go.

No one knows what its like

To be the bad man

To be the sad man

Behind blue eyes

No one will ever know the feelings,

That burnt deep in my heart for you,

They won't know what you meant to me,

Or how we could have been so much more.

Thank you John for teaching me all about love,
And damn you for leaving me before I could fully understand it.

A.N. Wow that was intense. My English coursework has me in a choke hold at the moment but I managed to get this done. Every time I listen to this song (by THE WHO!), I couldn't help thinking how great this would be for a one-sided Yassen/John songfic, so I wrote one! Now please R&R and remember children: Guns don't kill people, Yassen does! (Dead serious face)