Nutshell کے بول

We, yeah, chase misprinted lies We, yeah, face the path of time And yet I fight, yet I fight This battle all alone No one to cry to No place to call home (oh-oh) Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh My gift of self is raped My privacy is raked And yet I find, yet I find Repeating in my head If I can't be my own I'd feel better dead Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh