Prostitute

Let the prostitute breathe!
Under the concrete.
Where they can’t find a strategy.
And I tell you look at me for awhile…
A Shot caller, Misery!
and it kills me.
The Stars crash down.
Prostitute… You stole my dreams away…
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I… Let you make me feel this way?
(Should've walked away)
Maybe I could cut your throat,
give you less hope.
In the end we’re all afraid.
We float away (make me feel better).
Anemic in a world they say’s insecure.
Full of disease…
I’m fighting my own… crushed…
Prostitute… You stole my dreams away…
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I… Let you make me feel this way?
Prostitute… You stole my dreams away…
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I… Let you make me feel this way?
Gold digger… Put the gun in your mouth!
Gold digger… I'm a junkie from walking on burning ground!
Gold digger… and I choke from her perfume…
Gold digger… Harlet! and I feel so abused…
I’m sick of living, but I keep lying… to myself…
Prostitute… You stole my dreams away…
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I… Let you make me feel this way?
Prostitute… You stole my dreams away…
(and the pearls I gave)
Why did I… Let you make me feel this way?