R.I.P Layne Staley

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


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

He was Alice. RIP Layne Staley, It's been 10 years of your death, and although I didn't live to hear from you when you were alive, I miss you, we miss you, who appreciate all your music...

I guess I can go anywhere I want. If only I knew where to go.