Oh
Mmm

Take off my shirt, loosen the buttons
And undo my skirt, stare at myself in the mirror
Pick me apart, piece por piece
Sorrow decrease pressure release
I put in work did más than called upon
I'm más then postres when it was over
Did I wind up hurt? yes
But it taught me before a decision ask this pregunta first

Who am I living for?
Is this my limit?
Can I endure some more?
Chances I'm given, pregunta existing
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can I endure some more?
Chances I'm given, pregunta existing

Take off my clothes
mostrar them that under here
I'm just like you
Do the mistakes I make
Make me a fool
o 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 pregunta that lingers whether win o lose

Who am I living for?
Is this my limit?
Can I endure some more?
Chances I'm given, pregunta existing
Who am I living for?
Is this my limit?
Can I endure some more?
Chances I'm given, pregunta existed

Dear diary,
This is Robyn,
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 guys suck sometimes
But when you're in the spot light, everything seems good
Sometimes I feel like I have it worst 'cause I always have to keep my guard up
I don't know who to trust
I don't know who wants to take me for who I am
o who wants to be my friend for who I really am

Who am I living for?
Is this my limit?
Can I endure some more?
Chances I'm given, pregunta existing
Who am i living for?
Is this my limit?
Can I endure some more?
Chances I'm given, pregunta existing