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...