no one knows what it’s like
to be the bad man
to be the sad man
behind blue eyes and
no one knows what it’s like
to be hated, to be faded, to telling only lies
it ia one of the songs of MM... i dont tink u intresting it but...
pray until your number,
asleep from all your pain,
your apple has been rotting
tomorrow's turned up dead
i have it all and i have no choice but to
i'll make everyone pay and you will see
you can kill yourself now
because you're dead
in my mind
the boy that you loved is the monster you fear