Question Existing

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