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…

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