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 CANT BE MY OWN
I'D FEEL BETTER DEAD.
I'D FEEL BETTER DEAD.
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