I have a voice
Or should I say, i 'had' a voice
I lost it somewhere on the way.
This hurts cause I lost it but I can still speak.

They all stole it from me,
The girl I had been,
That loved to speak,
They took her away.

At them, she threw her innocent words,
The words thay said, left small cuts,
Everytime she shut herself a bit more,
When she realise that no one is listening to her.