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