05-14-2003, 11:27 AM
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...
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 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...
Keeper of the chatroom flame...