loving  a prostitute.

She stabs innocent boys like me in their hearts,
With a knife that her father gave her on her 15th birthday,
She stabbed me in march but I kept bleeding till may,

She kills us slowly not fast,
She saves the best for the last,

I'm sure that whore had a great childhood,
But that poor boy never understood,

May his soul rest in peace for he has turned to dust,
She still fucks poor souls to fulfill her lust,

I've seen innocence dieing from these eyes,
Each day another name adds up to her list,

Only the heartless survive in this business,
Numb hands,numb fingers,

My blood keeps flowing out,
It never stops,never clots,
Beyond the river there is a grave of thoughts.

I know I'm a sinner but you gave me more pain then I deserve,
But don't worry still I'm crazy enough to swallow nails for you,

Now I'm untouchable,
stronger then ever,

No dagger can pierce through a flesh as thicker as mine,
I'm done crying,

I'll never be over you,
I think about you the second I wake up,

I'll wait for you to change,
I'll die waiting,

My heart is still healing from your sting,
Now I know love can never be a prostitutes thing,

Thank you for coming here and listening to a victim's tale,
I'm sending you a piece of my heart so don't forget to check your mail.