If I cant be my own.. Id feel better dead

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

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
Id feel better dead


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