| Told her she’s beautiful, she only view the folds
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| Under the UV rays, turning a hue to gold
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| Watching the beauty gurus painting her cuticles
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| Starving just so she can fit into cuter clothes
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| Skipping many meals, splitting skinny pills
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| Stir 'em into spirits
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| Kill it, then refill
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| I wanna touch her skin
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| I wanna feel her breath
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| But there ain’t any of her left
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| There’s a skeleton in my bed where my love used to be
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| There’s a dolled up mess on her neck where her head used to be
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| I don’t know these eyes, I don’t know this nose
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| I can’t sleep laying next to all these bones
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| There’s a skeleton in my bed where my love used to be
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| Tryna fabricate fun, going down in the brain
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| Snot dripping down her lips, nose runnin' from 'caine
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| Taking snaps then smashing everyone in the frame
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| In the morning, laugh it off like it’s the funniest thing
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| I need someone to blame, but hey: maybe it’s me
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| I wasn’t at the door saying, «Please stay, we should leave»
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| Applauding change instead of saying she’s amazing to me
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| Yet when we laid in bed, both my eyes stayed on my feet
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| Promises of date nights: «Nah, I’m busy»
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| Said, «One drink with my friends?»: «Nah, I’m busy»
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| She was sure of me this morning, now she’s iffy
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| I think she’s forgetting who she’s really ditching
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| There’s a skeleton in my bed where my love used to be
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| There’s a dolled up mess on her neck where her head used to be
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| I don’t know these eyes, I don’t know this nose
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| I can’t sleep laying next to all these bones
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| There’s a skeleton in my bed where my love used to be
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| There’s a skeleton
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| There’s a skeleton
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| There’s a skeleton in my bed where my love used to be |