I know that I\'ma punching bag and a pretty good one at that
punch me, man, I\'ll never break
and I\'ll always come right back
but inside the inner works
of me
I think I\'m dying inside myself
I know that I\'m hurting
in the inner works of me
I think that I might falter
I think that I might fall
but if I do...
what will they say?
that i didn\'t give it all I got
that i deserve to wither and rot
I know...
I hold the weight of the world
my moral obligation to wallow
in everyone else\'s pity
to feel what they feel
so they\'ll never feel small but to me...
For me, I feel it all.
Judge me, hurt, me, and break me
i don\'t deserve to feel safe and happy
break me, change me, you could would wreck me if you want
strong enough to pick up the pieces and do it all again
I don\'t know if you\'re like me
I don\'t know if you understand
but if you do then you know
that I\'ll be always a friend
I\'m a punching bag
I can build myself specifically for you
i can take the pain
and bring happy days to you
I\'ll never break your heart but you\'re welcome to break mine
because I was born to be
I guess I am born to be
your punching bag