Nutshell

歌词

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...