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>Stare in her eyes to look past horror
>Morphine tolerated, I'm out coppin' horse tranq for her
>Like I won't have to go through hell again
>Her skin is like saran wrap, barely hangin' from her skeleton
>With each one of her ribs defined
>My crib's designed
>To keep the light out cause she can't lift the blinds
>Drifting behind, I'll be outta friends soon
>Nobody visits the guy that keeps the body in his bedroom
>She's barely alive and taking life from me
>With no appetite but the meningitis is still hungry
>Wants to make love
>But I had to substitute it with holding hands while we take drugs
>Morphine tolerated, I'm out coppin' horse tranq for her
>Like I won't have to go through hell again
>Her skin is like saran wrap, barely hangin' from her skeleton
>With each one of her ribs defined
>My crib's designed
>To keep the light out cause she can't lift the blinds
>Drifting behind, I'll be outta friends soon
>Nobody visits the guy that keeps the body in his bedroom
>She's barely alive and taking life from me
>With no appetite but the meningitis is still hungry
>Wants to make love
>But I had to substitute it with holding hands while we take drugs
