Stolen - Talia Mar

Scared of stories?

You don’t wanna hear it

Do you find it boring?

Well im’a fit every word that I can into one sentence just to frustrate you

I don’t care if I go over and complicate the rhythms, I do as I want to

Cause it’s

My song, my words, my voice

Want me to sign that paper so it all becomes your choice?

Why are you so into mimics?

Obsessed with image?

Scared of living how you want to?

You love that line so you pinch it

Hoping he won’t see it

Hide behind it

Please don’t force me to

I thought they were my songs, my words

It’s your voice

I wrote the story you wrote cheques so you think that i’m your toy

They used to be my songs

My words, my voice

But you were in the room

So you told them it was our noise

And I’m Stolen

My pride and my ego are broken

Does that mean you win?

I lost hoping, left my heart too wide open

I let those thieves in

I was so nearly stolen

Why am I so into lyrics?

You always question, need a reference to believe in it

Can’t you trust your instincts?

Instead of listening, you’re always listening to those critics

You see that it’s a business

A game a sinning

A game of winning

And I was your ticket

You told them 'you don’t want to miss this'

Said you were so impressed then called me average at best

Were you conflicted?

Or were you scared of

My songs, my words, my voice

Were they stronger than yours

'Cause you ran like a little boy

Your songs, your words, your choice

You hid me with your promises so I had no voice

And I’m stolen

All my pride and my ego are broken

Does it mean that you win?

I lost hoping left my heart to wide open

I let those thieves in

I was so nearly stolen