Nutshell کے بول

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