Текст песни nutshell - Carlie Hanson

We, yeah, chase misprinted lies
We, yeah, face the path of time

And yet I fight, yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home (oh-oh)

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked

And yet I find, yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh