Every time you lose a little of yourself
I take a little of mine
Then we can separate and pretend it’s fine;
I cut it out in the straightest of lines
That ruby mannequin,
You wanted from Camden
I always remember how much you love London
You could be a model there
Body, beauty, mentality – you have it all
Especially on days of sky so, so grey
What should we do now?
I’m running out of skin and
You’re running out of body to stretch thin
This hole is cutting and eating us in
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