Stolen

Well, What is there to say,

you took me here then took me away,

took me away from where I belong,

even though you know it's wrong,

and even though i'm not yours,

you've hid me behind your secretive doors,

but now you should know,

you should let me go,

let me free I won't tell a soul,

won't tell a soul of what you stole,

but why did you take me,

and hide me by the open sea,

kept me there and never came back,

until night fell pitch and utter black,

I was scared and frieghtened in face,

so I went and put on a reckless act,

when you weren't looking behind your back,

I slid out of my chair trying not to make it crack,

then i ran and hid as the chair fell, SMACK!