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)
