Pulling At My Strings

There's a piece of you, so unframed,
Moving through me like a wave.
I try to hold a single thought, but it's not really mine.
They're all pulling at my strings, oh-oh-oh,
I hear it in everything.
Whispers in between, saying I'll never be a queen.
Oh, it calls when I move, tells me what to choose,
Like I've got nothing left to prove.
Oh,
It follows every line drawn across my mind till I forget what's mine.
There's a voice in me I almost knew before it started sounding like you.
Every word bends before it lands; it's not really mine.