"Why are you here, Justin?"
"Because I need help." I answer.
"With what?"
"My temper. My mood swings. My feelings. My... well, me."
"Tell me about your feelings."
No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes
And no one knows what it's like
to be hated
To be faded to telling only lies
"Why do you feel like people hate you, Justin?"
"Because I broke *NSYNC up." I whisper, as a tear slides down my cheek.
"But I saw Joey on David Letterman just last week. He said that *NSYNC would be reuniting soon."
"Huh." I spit, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. "That's what we've been saying for almost four years now."
"Was it a lie?"
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
"Let's talk about Britney." A statement, not a question.
"What about her?" I ask, cringing inside.
"Do you still love her?"
I feel more tears welling up inside but I can't... no... I won't let them fall. So instead I look at the carpet. The ceiling. The walls. Anything but her face, which tells me I can cry if I want. But I don't.
"Yes." I answer simply.
"Really?"
"Yes."
"A lot?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
"Deeply." My answer surprises even myself and she chooses her next words carefully.
"Tell me about the breakup, and why it happened."
No one knows what its 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 woe
Can show through
"Do you think you have to be strong so your fans will believe you, or so Britney will believe you?"
"I don't know." I say honestly.
"Or is it... so that you will believe you? Is that it, Justin?"
I don't answer. But I let the tears fall freely. There's no point in holding them back anymore.
"Justin, why do you think you have to put up this front to look a certain way?"
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
"If *NSYNC is broken up, why not admit it?"
"Because."
"Why?"
"The fans."
"Don't you think they'd like to have a happy Justin with his music rather than a depressed *NSYNC with music that none of the members wants to do anymore?"
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No one knows what its like
To be mistreated,
to be defeated
Behind blue eyes
No one know how to say
That they're sorry
And don't worry, I'm not telling lies
But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscious seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free
"I don't expect anyone to understand anything that has to do with me." I say quietly.
"Why?"
"Because no one will ever know what it's like."
I stand up and open the door. Then, without a word, I walk away, leaving Dr. Anderson confused. Because no one can ever know what it's like to see life from behind my blue eyes.
No one knows what its like
To be the bad man, to be the sad man
Behind blue eyes.
