Текст песни Nutshell - Vika

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 go home

My
Gift of self is rape
My
Privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I cant be my own
I feel better dead