Written by Mike Jones-Produced by Mike Vanderhule
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Yea I become, a prisoner of my words and all the shit I have done. Yea I become, lost in spite of my will, a sky without a sun I taste your skin and when you were there I would come and you would squeeze my hands..... In My eyes, forever you'd be mine, tell me in my eyes it seems, I cannot win, 'can't help about the shape I'm in, you wouldn't want to know me or where I've been' I've become Yea I become, colder than I was your the only thing I feel, Yea I become, a future without a past a sword without a shield, and when, My life was still there you would come and squeeze my hands I can't win, I can't win....etc,etc.
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