NUTSHELL
We’ve tasted this pretty lies
We’ve faced the path of time
And yet I fight yet I fight this battle all alone
None to catch you
No place to call home
My gift to selfishry
My privacy is ranked
And yet I find yet I find repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own I’d feel better dead..
We’ve tasted this pretty lies
We’ve faced the path of time
And yet I fight yet I fight this battle all alone
None to catch you
No place to call home
My gift to selfishry
My privacy is ranked
And yet I find yet I find repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own I’d feel better dead..
