| Line | Answer | Words |
| No one knows what it's like | |
| to be the sad man | |
| No one knows what its like | |
| Telling only lies | |
| as my conscience seems to be | |
| My love is vengeance | |
| No one knows what it's like | |
| Like I do | |
| No one bites back as hard | |
| | Line | Answer | Words |
| None of my pain and woe | |
| When my fist clenches | |
| Before I use it and lose my cool | |
| Before I laugh and act like a fool | |
| Put your finger down my throat | |
| Keep me warm | |
| No one knows what it's like | |
| to be the sad man | |
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