You chase misprinted lies
You face the path of time
And yet you fight
And yet you fight
This battle all alone
A lot of dead to cry to
No place to call home
Your gift of self is raped
You privacy is raked
And yet you find
And yet you find
Repeating in your head
If you can't be your own
You'd feel better dead
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