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"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
Can show through

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

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 like a fool

If I swallow anything evil
Put your finger down my throat
If I shiver, please give me a blanket
Keep me warm, let me wear your coat

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes"

While searching through the library, I found this poem. It really made me think of Darlok, so I posted it here in honor of the before-stated.

I know a poem that many say back where I live. I don't think it is really even a poem.

"No one knows what it's like
To be the short man
To be the old man
Behind blue eyes."

Teh, I'm not even going to finish it. A couple of humans shouted it at me and a friend of mine. It really bothers me. If I ever meet those humans again...

grumbles.

Hi

What a peaceful poem, kind of makes me think about the Demon hole now!!

Deats

Bah,

#me strums a few notes on his harp.

There is a man darlok his name,
no good just bad he's quite insane.
He had a war with things called pecks,
but then he failed to slit thier necks.