Amanda Marie's blog: "Metal22"

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 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...