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Take off my shirt, loosen the buttonsAnd undo my skirt, stare at myself in the mirrorPick me apart, piece by pieceSorrow decreased, pressure releasedI put in work, did more than called uponMore than deservedWhen it was over did I wind up hurt? YesBut it taught me before a decision, ask this question first
Who am I living for?Is this my limit?Can I endure some more?Chances I'm given, question existingWho am i living for?Is this my limit?Can I endure some more?Chances I'm given, question existing
Take off my coolShow them that under hereI'm just like youDo the mistakes that I makeMake me a foolOr a human with flawsAdmit that I'm lostRound of applauseTake the abuseSometimes it feels like they want me to loseIs it the fame, is that an excuse? (noo)But the question that lingers, whether win or lose
Who am I living for?Is this my limit?Can I endure some more?Chances I'm given, question existingWho am I living for?Is this my limit?Can I endure some more?Chances I'm given, question existed
Dear diary,This is Robyn,Entertaining is something I do for a livingThis is not who I am I like to think thatI'm pretty normal: I laugh, I get mad, I hurt, I think guys suck sometimesBut when you're in the spot light, everything seems goodSometimes I feel like I have it worst 'cause I always have to keep my guard upI don't know who to trustI don't know who wants to take me for who I amOr 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, question existingWho am i living for?Is this my limit?Can I endure some more?Chances I'm given, question existing