*Behind Green Eyes

(From Peter Tomshend)

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind green eyes
When you’ve done nothing wrong.

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
Accused of telling only lies
And having only sad songs.

But my dreams
They have grown empty
And my conscience eats at me
I have no end to the hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free.

No one knows what it's like
To feel these feelings
Like I do
And I’m blamed by you
But my feelings are true.

On their anger
None of my pain and woe
Can show through
I have no choice but to try to fight through.

But my dreams, they are not as empty
As I would like for them to be
I have hours, only lonely hours
I have no vengeance
Only love that's never free

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 once more the fool
I have been the fool already too long.

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, I need no blanket
No need to be warm, Don’t bother with a coat
Don’t let me be a bother, just be amused by my song.

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind green eyes that have died.

G - January 2008