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
- Author: a thousand wishes ( Offline)
- Published: September 17th, 2022 09:10
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Even a punching bag breaks after giving it pain relentlessly, so even he needs rest and happiness
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