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

oooOOO
oooOOOooooooOOO

my, gift of self is raped
my, privacy is raped
and yet I find, yet I find
repeating in my head
if I cant be my own
I'd feel better dead

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