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?
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, I may 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? (No)
But the question that lingers whether win or lose

Who am I living for?
Is this my limit, can I endure somemore
Chances are given, question existing
Who am I living for?
Is this my limit, can I endure somemore
Chances are given, 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 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 [bad word]  
I don't know who wants to date me for who I am,
Or who wants to be my friend for who I for who I really am

Who am I living for?
Is this my limit, can I endure somemore
Chances are given, question existing
Who am I living for?
Is this my limit, can I endure somemore
Chances are given, question existing