Fine, I'll be your punching bag.Go on, take your shot.I'll be kind,I'll be gracious,I'll be everything you're not.
Fine, I'll be your punching bag.You've done it all along.I'll give my consent,I won't resist,But I know you know it's wrong.
Fine, I'll be your punching bag,But grant me this one grace:You can hit me high,You can hit me low,But please, no more in the face.
Fine, I'll be your punching bag;There's nothing else to do-Because it's easy,Because it's hard,And because I'll always love you.
My heart's beating fast,And my head is reeling.I know you think it's badBut I love this feeling
I've spent way too longCaring what they see;I'm done with that mess,Now I'm living for me.
It may be shortBut it's how I wanna live.Only my all,That's all I wanna give.
I love this feeling,Living on a high.I'm done with tears,No longer will I cry.
Living for me.Living for now.Living for God,I'm living howI wanna live.
Everything movesFaster than I realize.No control,My life moves before my eyes.
I don't care,This is how I wanna live.Say what you want,I give what I wanna give
Be my inspirationJust don't blame meWhen you end up in a songGo ahead, this is an open invitation.In fact it's betterWhen you do it all wrong.
Do it howYou think it should be done.Do it for me,But do it all wrong.
Live your life,But let me live mine.Play it safe,I'll leave it all on the line.
I feel so sickBut I'll make the most of it.Moan and complain,I'll take another hitOf life.I should be so grateful,But instead I resentYou and this life,And all you represent.
In time you'll seeJust what you've done to me.I guess you did your best,Maybe it's better than the rest,But still...
It sucks.And sometimes I hate it.I know you love me,But please don't fake it.When you're mad at meFor being who I wanna be,Be real.That's all I ask-Be real.