A/N: hey guys! lately i've had the songficbug so here's one of them. the song is "Behind Blue Eyes" originally sung by The Who later brought back by Limp Bizkit. hope you like it!
Behind Spike's Blue Eyes
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
Spike lingered in the shadows at the Bronze, staring at the beautiful blonde college student talking amiably to her friends. If anybody had ever looked his way they might have thought him a stalker, but he was far from stalking and brooding like Angelus. He was obsessed.
No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies
She hated him more than anybody he had ever known and considering he was a 200 year old blood thirsty vampire, that was a whole lot of hate. She never understood him....
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscious
Seems to be
He felt saddened by the fact that nobody seemed to care about, much less know him.
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
I'll live forever and never find love that will last with me, I'm nowhere near lucky and evil, I'm damned. I'm cursed just as much as that ponce Angel!
No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I blame you
She doesn't even want me to exist, let alone know how much she means to me. It's all her fault, prancing around like her pretty little self dressed in skankier clothes than even Dru wore.
No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
God, what he wouldn't have given to just snap that delicate little neck of hers! Whenever she has problems it's my fault, but I can't even express myself without her tuning me out! He could feel his anger rising.....
But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscious
Seems to be
She probably thinks that I'm worthless, that I'll always be her personal punching bag. Well, I've got news for her!
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
Bloody hell, what does it take to get her to go away? Why can't I get her out of my head?
When my fist clenches, crack it open
Before I lose it, and lose my cool
When I smile, tell me some bad news
Before I laugh, and act like a fool
He turned, duster whipping behind him, and left the club for the alley beyond. I'm pathetic. I'm like her lapdog, doing and getting anything and everything for her on command.
And if I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
And if I shiver, please bring me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat...
His anger slowly left him as he walked out of the alley, never looking back. He walked aimlessly to the cemetery that housed his crypt. As he walked among the gravestones his thought returned to Buffy.
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind Blue Eyes