作词 : CARTER, SHAWN/SMITH, SHAWN/TAYLOR, S. Take off my shirt, loosen the buttons and undo my skirt Stare at myself in the mirror Take me apart, piece by piece Sorrow decrease, pressure release 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 are given, question existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are given, question existing Take off my cool Show them that under here, I'm just like you Do the mistakes that may make me a fool Or a human with loss And with them a loss, round of applause Take the abuse, sometimes it feels like they want me to lose It's entertainment, is that an excuse? No, but the question that lingers, whether win or lose Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are given, question existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are given, question existing Dear diary, and to all them Entertain is something I do for a living It's not who I am, I'd like to think that I'm pretty normal I laugh, I get mad, I hurt, I think I suck sometimes But when you're in the spotlight, everything seems good 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 are given, question existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are given, question existing
作词 : CARTER, SHAWN/SMITH, SHAWN/TAYLOR, S. Take off my shirt, loosen the buttons and undo my skirt Stare at myself in the mirror Take me apart, piece by piece Sorrow decrease, pressure release 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 are given, question existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are given, question existing Take off my cool Show them that under here, I'm just like you Do the mistakes that may make me a fool Or a human with loss And with them a loss, round of applause Take the abuse, sometimes it feels like they want me to lose It's entertainment, is that an excuse? No, but the question that lingers, whether win or lose Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are given, question existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are given, question existing Dear diary, and to all them Entertain is something I do for a living It's not who I am, I'd like to think that I'm pretty normal I laugh, I get mad, I hurt, I think I suck sometimes But when you're in the spotlight, everything seems good 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 are given, question existing Who am I living for? Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances are given, question existing
