I love her so much.
I love her so much.
We face the path of time
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,
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
“Nutshell” Alice In Chains
We face the path of time
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,
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
“Nutshell” Alice In Chains