Nutshell

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 Ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh Ooh-ooh 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 Ooh Ooh-ooh Ooh Ooh-ooh