Give me my voice back
Give me that one forsaken chance
To give what I lack
And I don't mean prance

Give me my voice back
So I don't feel so weak or fragile
So I can forgive all of my slack
Attempts at being agile

Give me my voice back
So I can finally learn to be me
And I no longer need to attack
Who I am, give me the key

My voice is the only thing I own
In this cold, cruel, forgotten world
And when I have it back I'll sit on my throne
With a smirk, with posture and my hair curled