Voices
Can you see me
At the edge of your vision
Can you hear me
Somewhere deep in your head
Misused, mistreated
I feel misused, misshapen
I'm misused, mistreated
I feel, I feel
Can you feel me
Somewhere deep in your conscience
Can you hear the silence breaking
Because I can't anymore
Misused, mistreated
I feel misused, misshapen
I'm misused, mistreated
I feel, I feel
And i know that you don't feel the same
As you used to, as you used to
And i know that nothing is as good
As it could be, as it should be
And i know you feel misused
And mistreated, mistreated
Oh I know you feel misused
And misshapen, misshapen
Into something you don't recognise
Just like your eyes
They don't hold the same rays of hope as they used to
Had it been there, had I been there
I could've helped, truly helped you
Misused, mistreated
I feel, I feel
Misused, mistreated
I feel misused, misshapen
I'm misused, mistreated
I feel, I feel
Autor(es): Bradley Donaldson
