Eddie Fitz

Whats a man supposed to be
Taking more than we gave
How are we supposed to see
Crying while we're enslaved

I like it
He treats me well
Knockin' at my door
Makes me feel like a bore

Maybe we could be sound
Try and see just how it feels
I'm going down pound for pound
Watching as the skin repeals

I like it
He treats me well
Knockin' on my door
Makes me feel like a bore
He knows me
He takes my brain
Going on a ride
No where left I can hide
I reach out he takes my hand
Then he cuts it off and puts it in a special box



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Writer(s): Ryan Andrews
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