"But what if I'm a mermaid
In these jeans of his with her name still on it
Hey but I don't care
Cause sometimes I said sometimes I hear my voice and it's been here,
silent, all these years."
This song touches home with me. One price of living with a controlling person is the steady closing in of walls. If you change what you are doing or saying, even once, to accommodate someone else's sickness (I don't mean a compromise) you are giving away bits of your own power, your birthright - a voice in this world.
It turns out that voice is still there. It was just buried beneath the ashes.