text: 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? 
  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 Im given, question existing
  Who am I living for?
  Is this my limit?
  Can I endure some more?
  Chances Im given, question existing
  Take off my cool 
  Show them that under here, Im just like you
  Do the mistakes Ive made make me a fool?
  Or a human with flaws?
  Admit that Im lost, round of applause 
  Take the abuse
  Sometimes, it feels like they want me to lose 
  Its entertainment; is that an excuse? 
  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 Im given, question existing
  Who am I living for?
  Is this my limit?
  Can I endure some more?
  Chances Im given, question existing
  Dear Diary, its Robyn
  Entertaining is something I do for a living
  This is not who I am
  Id like to think that Im pretty normal
  I laugh , I get mad, I hurt
  I think guys suck sometimes
  But when youre 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 dont know who to trust
  I dont 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 Im given, question existing
  Who am I living for?
  Is this my limit?
  Can I endure some more?
  Chances Im given, question existing