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 (Anya: Oh...) To be hated (Willow: Oh...) To be fated (Xander: Um, could we go back to the haunted house? Because this is creeping me out) To telling only lies (Tara: Does he do this a lot?)
But my dreams (Xander: Sure. Every day the Earth rotates backward and the skies turn orange) They aren't as empty As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely (Willow: Now I remember why I used to have such a crush on him) My love is vengeance (Tara: Well, he is pretty good) That's never free
(Anya: His voice is... pleasant) (Xander: What?) No one knows what it's like (Willow: Come on. He is kinda sexy) To feel these feelings (Xander: I'm fighting total mental breakdown here, Will. No more fuel on the fire, please) Like I do And I blame you