Nutshell (Acoustic Live)

Nutshell (Live at Hiro Ballroom) - Staind

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

My gift of self is raped

My privacy is raked

And yet I find yet I find

Repeating in my head

If I can't be my own

I'd feel better dead