Oh
Mmm
Take off my shirt, loosen the buttons
And undo my skirt stare at myslef in the mirror
Pick me apart, piece by piece
Sorrow of decrease pressure release
I couldn‘t work did more then called him
I‘m more then dessert when it was over
Why did i wind up hurt? yes
But it taught me before a decision ask this question first
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can‘t I endore some more?
Chances I‘m given, question existing
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can‘t I endore some more?
Chances I‘m given, question existing
Take off my clothes
Show him that under here
I‘m just like you
Do the mistakes I make
Make make me a fool
Or a human with flaws
Admit that I‘m lost
Around of applause
Take the abuse
Sometime it feels like that they want me to lose
It‘s entertainment it‘s bad and it‘s juice (noo)
But the question that lingers wether win or lose
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can‘t I endore some more?
Chances I‘m given, question existing
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can‘t I endore some more?
Chances I‘m given, question existed
Dear diary,
This is Robin,
Entertaining is something I do for a living
This is not who I am I like to think that
I‘m normal: I laugh, I get mad, I hurt, I think I suck sometime
But when you‘re in the spot light, everything seems good
Sometimes I feel like I have it worse ‘cause I always
have to keep my gaurd up
I don‘t know who to trust
I don‘t know who wants to take me for who I am
Or who wants to be my friend for who I really am
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can‘t I endore some more?
Chances I‘m given, question existing
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can‘t I endore some more?
Chances I‘m given, question existed.