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?