Prostitute - Eldest 11

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?