punching bag

Set It Off

This empty feeling sets in my chest
And I start to worry
Try to push it down
Cast it out
But I can t control it
Hangin on by the strings that you re pulling
So you cut me down, just to push me around

Like I m your punching bag
Just another pot callin the kettle black
Take it out on someone who won t hit you back
Till we re all as broken as you

So say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy
You got your wish, he s rotting in hell
I m up all night
When you think I m sleeping
People pleasing s never good for your health
So go fuck yourself

On this episode of friend or foe
You re throwin stones and hope I
Tie a rope, round my throat
Till I start to choke
You re a sick, persistent virus under my skin
Rather set myself on fire, than let you win
I could give you the world, but you d poison the seas
I could let down my guard
But then all that I d be is just your

Like I m your punching bag
Just another pot callin the kettle black
Take it out on someone who won t hit you back
Till we re all as broken as you

So say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy
You got your wish, he s rotting in hell
I m up all night
When you think I m sleeping
People pleasing s never good for your health
So go fuck yourself

So say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy
You got your wish, he s rotting in hell
I m up all night
When you think I m sleeping
People pleasing s never good for your health
So go fuck yourself