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
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
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
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
