Could you even understand
What it's like to be used at hand
I had so much trust in you
And sell me to pay your dues
Could you even understand
And have you gone and washed your hands
Could never be the same girl
In that bright blue world
And if you had to choose again
And would you even know my voice
Withered and stressed to age
Well I fought, and I screamed, and I ran
And I bruised, and I bled
And I felt an evil so cold instead
And just hide from the pain
Let your thoughts drift away