eldest 11 - prostitue lyrics
let the prost-tute 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 k!lls me
the stars crash down
prost-tute…..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….
prost-tute…..you stole my dreams away….
(and the pearls i gave)
why did i…let you make me feel this way?
prost-tute…..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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