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

 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