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Ohh 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, 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? Ooh yeah Is this my limit? Can I endure some more Chances I'm Giving. Question existing Who am I living for? ooohh Is this my limit? Can't I endure some more Chances I'm Giving. Question existing. Take off my cool show themm 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 Round of applause Take the abuse Sometimes it feels like 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? (oh) Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? Chances I'm giving. Question existing Who am I living for? ooohh Is this my limit Can I endure some more? Chances I'm giving. Question existing. Dear diary, It's Robyn. Entertaining is something I do for a living. It's not who I am. I like to think that I'm normal. I laugh. I get mad. I hurt. I think guys suck sometimes. But when you're in the spot light everything seems good. (Oooh Yeah) Sometimes I feel like I have it worst cuz I always have to 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? (oh) Is this my limit? Can I endure some more Chances I'm giving. Question existing. Who am I living for? ooohh Is this my limit? Can't I endure some more Chances I'm giving. Question existing