We chase misprinted lies

We chase the tracks 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 can't be my own

I'd feel better dead

Oooh...oooh...

Oooh...oooh...

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Jerry Cantrell, Layne Staley, Michael Inez, Sean Kinney