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 upon
more then desserved when it was over
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 are given, question existing
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can’t I endore some more?
Chances are given, question existing
Take off my cool
Show them im under here
I’m just like you
Do the mistakes I may
Make make me a fool
Or a human with flaws
Admit that I’m lost
Around of applause
Take the abuse
Sometimes it feels like that they want me to lose
It’s entertainment is that an excuse (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 are given, question existing
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can’t I endore some more?
chances are given, question existing
Dear diary,
Entertaining is something I do for a living
This is not who I am I like to think that
I’m pretty 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 date 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 are given, question existing
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can’t I endore some more?
*chances are given, question *existing
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