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Take off my shirt. Loosen the buttons And undo my skirt, Stare at myself in the mirror Take me apart peace by peace, 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 loss, and if that I’m loss 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 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 Dear Diary, It’s Robyn Entertaining is something I do for a living It’s not who I am, I’d like to think that I’m pretty normal, I laugh, I get mad, I hurt, I think I suck sometimes, But when you’re in the spotlight, Everything seems good, Sometimes I feel like I have it worse cause I have to always 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? 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 ======ОТКРЫТЫЙ ВОПРОС======== Снимаю рубашку, расстегиваю пуговицы И стягиваю юбку - смотрю на свое отражение в зеркале: Критически оцениваю себя сантиметр за сантиметром - И печаль уходит, напряжение отпускает... Я выложилась полностью, Сделала больше, чем требовалось, больше, чем они заслуживали, А когда всё закончилось, я осталась с болью? (Да!) Но это научило меня перед принятием решения задавать этот вопрос: Ради кого я живу? Это мой лимит? Или я способна вынести большее? Шансы даны и открытым остаётся вопрос: Ради кого я живу? Это мой лимит? Или я способна вынести большее? Шансы даны и вопрос остаётся открытым... Избавляюсь от напускной холодности и показываю им, Что здесь, внутри, я такая же, как они: Я совершаю ошибки, могу выставить себя в дураках Или оказаться обычным человеком с недостатками. ПризнаЮ: я потеряна - шквал аплодисментов Унимает боль, Хотя иногда такое ощущение, что они жаждут моего провала Просто ради развлечения - разве это не оправдание (Нет!) Но вопрос так и остается открытым: выиграть или проиграть? Ради кого я живу? Это мой лимит? Или я способна вынести большее? Шансы даны и открытым остаётся вопрос: Ради кого я живу? Это мой лимит? Или я способна вынести большее? Шансы даны и вопрос остаётся открытым... Дорогой дневник, Это пишет Робин. Сфера развлечений - это мой способ заработка. Это не отражение настоящей меня. Мне нравится думать, что я нормальная: Я смеюсь, злюсь, испытываю боль, я думаю, Что иногда парни бывают отстойными. Но когда ты в центре всеобщего внимания, Всё кажется таким безобидным. Иногда у меня такое чувство, что всё хуже некуда, Потому что я вынуждена всегда быть настороже - Не знаю, кому можно доверять, Не знаю, кто хочет встречаться со мной, полюбив настоящую меня, Кто хочет быть моим другом, зная, какая я на самом деле... Ради кого я живу? Это мой лимит? Или я способна вынести большее? Шансы даны и открытым остаётся вопрос: Ради кого я живу? Это мой лимит? Или я способна вынести большее? Шансы даны и вопрос остаётся открытым... Смотрите также:
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Take off my shirt. Loosen the buttons
And undo my skirt, Stare at myself in the mirror
Take me apart peace by peace, 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 loss, and if that I'm loss
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 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
Dear Diary,
It's Robyn
Entertaining is something I do for a living
It's not who I am, I'd like to think that I'm pretty normal,
I laugh, I get mad, I hurt, I think
I suck sometimes,
But when you're in the spotlight,
Everything seems good,
Sometimes I feel like I have it worse cause I have to always keep my guard up,
I do not know who to trust, I do not 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 are given, Question Existing
Who am I living for?
Is this my limit, Can I endure some more
Chances are given, Question Existing
====== ======== Open questions
Hats shirt unbutton
And tightens skirt - I look at my reflection in the mirror:
Critically evaluate themselves inch by inch -
And the sadness goes away, voltage releases ...
I have laid out completely,
Did more than was required, more than they deserve,
And when it was over, I was left with the pain? (Yup!)
But it taught me before making the decision to ask this question:
For whom do I live?
This is my limit? Or I can endure more?
Chances are given, and the question remains open:
For whom do I live?
This is my limit? Or I can endure more?
Chances are given, and the question remains open ...
Get rid of affected coldness and show them,
That here, inside, I is the same as they are:
I make mistakes, I can put myself in the cold
Or be an ordinary person with disabilities.
Admits: I lost - applause
Relieves pain
Although sometimes the feeling that they crave my failure
Just for fun - is not an excuse (No!)
But the question still remains open: win or lose?
For whom do I live?
This is my limit? Or I can endure more?
Chances are given, and the question remains open:
For whom do I live?
This is my limit? Or I can endure more?
Chances are given, and the question remains open ...
Dear Diary,
This was written by Robin.
Entertainment - this is my way of earning.
This is not a reflection of the real me.
I like to think that I'm normal:
I laugh, angry, in pain, I think,
Sometimes there are guys suck.
But when you're in the limelight,
Everything seems so harmless.
Sometimes I have the feeling that everything is worse than ever,
Because I have to always be on guard -
I do not know who to trust,
I do not know who wants to meet with me, fell in love with the real me,
Who wants to be my friend, knowing what I really ...
For whom do I live?
This is my limit? Or I can endure more?
Chances are given, and the question remains open:
For whom do I live?
This is my limit? Or I can endure more?
Chances are given, and the question remains open ...
