Nutshell (Acoustic Live)

We chase misprinted lies
We chace the tracks 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...