Sheryl Crow

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man...
To be the sad man...
Behind blue eyes.
No one knows what it's like
To be hated...
To be fated...
To telling only lies.
But my dreams -
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be.
I have 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 blame you.
No one bites back as hard
On their anger.
None of my pain and woe