No
one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
He awoke every morning, knowing what the day would hold for him. He opened his blue eyes and faced the ceiling head on. Alone. Each day closer to his death. He worked hard to stay that way.
The
only friend he allowed himself wasn't even that close. He saw him
everyday, and he was friendly. A good man to talk to, if he had ever
found himself possessed of the need to talk about anything beyond the
shallow events of his day-to-day life. To reveal his heart. No
one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To
telling only lies
The
small blond klutz who tripped her way into and out of his life was
far beyond his reward as well. He told himself he hated her, told
her she was fat and disgusting so that she would believe in his
hatred. But
my dreams I
have hours, only lonely No
one knows what it's like No
one bites back as hard But
my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
My love is vengeance
That's never
free
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
When
my fist clenches, crack it open If
I swallow anything evil No
one knows what it's like
I
have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never
freeHe
wanted to hurt anyone who ever hurt her. He found himself hating
those cracks she tripped over, wanting to come back with wet cement
in the dead of night and fill them in. He wanted to kiss away every
hurt she had ever had or ever would have. That was why he kept away
from her. He would kill himself if he hurt her, and he knew he would
hurt her. He wasn't good enough, he was too broken. He hurt
everyone he loved, so he didn't love anyone.
Before I use it and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh and act
like a fool
Put your finger down my throat
If I
shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your
coat
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
I don't know where this came from, I'm not a very angsty person, but I got the idea when I was reading a Dramione fic, and it evolved from there. I'm fairly certain it's been done before, it seems elementary, it being such a popular song and so clearly pointing to Mamoru (but maybe that's just to me.)
I don't own anything in this story except the words, not the characters I never named nor the plot to which I vaguely alluded.
Neither do I own the song Behind Blue Eyes, which is by The Who and a very good song.
