Lyrics

One, two Way, chase, miss, spread the lies Way, face the path of time And yet I fight, and yet I fight this battle alone No one to cry to, no place to call home Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh My gift of self is rage My privacy is raped And yet I find, and yet I find repeating in my head If I can't be my own, I'll feel better, dead Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh
Writer(s): Sean Howard Kinney, Michael A Inez, Jerry Fulton Cantrell, Layne Thomas Staley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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