Nutshell

Un poquito de Alice in Chains mientras pasa el dolor...quisiera tener algo hermoso para estrellarlo contra el espejo.

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path 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 racked
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…

Alice in Chains.
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