Oh Mmm Take off my shirt, loosen the buttons And undo my skirt, stare at myself in the mirror Pick me apart, piece by piece Sorrow decrease pressure release I put in work did more than called upon I'm more then dessert 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 I endure some more? Chances I'm given, question existing Who am i living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances I'm given, question existing Take off my clothes Show them that under here I'm just like you Do the mistakes I 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 whether win or lose Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances I'm given, question existing Who 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 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 Or 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 existing Who am i living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances I'm given, question existing