Prowler

Drinking from a fancy glass, she thinks it's all class
Dressed to the nines, she's a snake in the grass
Everyone wants to fuck you, but no one will ever love you
She turned down the heart of a saint for a man with a name
A life of happiness for a night of shame
Tonight she's taking the taxi to heaven but she will wake up in hell
Where innocence smolders, extinguished by the tears that fell
She left the last of her dignity at the door of the hotel
She's been here before and she knows it well

Have some respect for yourself, if you don't how can anyone else

Don't sabotage the hearts of the ones we love
By glamorizing the filth you're proud of
This world doesn't sing to the chorus of your ideology
And I say this without a trace of misogyny

You're the conquest of many, a runner up trophy
But what does it matter, when you're as equally empty

Everyone is laughing if only you knew
You can drown yourself without taking others with you
You're your own person through and through
But don't expect me to respect your point of view
What the pure disrespect the wretched protect, this road is not as hard to walk with a fellow traveler in regret

You're been cruel to me, now I"m doing the same
You can end the cycle or redistribute the pain
Auction off your dignity at the market of shame, so no one can ever love what little remains