If You Love
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?
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?
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Writer(s): Joshua Fenn
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