Nutshell - Alice In Chains
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...