Take off my shirt
Loosen the buttons and undo my skirt
Stare at myself in the mirror
Pick me apart piece by piece
Sorrow decreased, pressure released
I put in work, did more than called upon
More than deserved
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 cool (Take off my cool)
Show them that under here, I’m just like you
Do the mistakes I’ve made make me a fool?
Or a human with flaws?
Admit that I’m lost, round of applause (Round of applause)
Take the abuse
Sometimes, it feels like they want me to lose (Want me to lose)
It’s entertainment; is that an excuse? (No)
But the question that lingers whether win or lose, is

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

Dear Diary, it’s Robyn
Entertaining is something I do for a living
This is not who I am
I’d like to think that I’m pretty normal
I laugh (Ha ha), I get mad, I hurt
I think guys suck sometimes
But when you’re in the spotlight, everything seems good
Ooh, yeah
Sometimes I feel like I have it worst
‘Cause I have to always keep my guard 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 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