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...