Keep Punching - Nahash The Fundraiser

Go on, make my day Go get high on my mistakes Give me more complaints You're real, I'm just a fake I wake up, I'm so glad I can be your punching bag Go on, make my day Go get high on my mistakes Go ahead and mold me, bought me and they sold me I'm smiling upside down Now I'm all used up, ready for my close up Am I pretty underground? I can be your Barbie, I can say sorry I can do whatever you want Go ahead and slap me if it makes you happy Use and abuse me 'til I'm gone Go on, make my day Go get high on my mistakes Give me more complaints You're real, I'm just a fake I wake up, I'm so glad I can be your punching bag Go on, make my day Go get high on my mistakes Yeah, if you want me, come and take me Because I love the way you hate me But didn't even notice, barely got a moment Not a moment to myself Heaven's what they sold me, but now I miss the old me Before I got stuck in hell Walking down the street, just a public enemy My back's against the wall I didn't even notice, barely got a moment Build me up to watch me fall If this is goodbye, you bled me dry This is goodnight, my soul has died I gave you my all, you built me up to fall I gave you my all, I gave you my all Go on, make my day Go get high on my mistakes Give me more complaints You're real, I'm just a fake I wake up, I'm so glad I can be your punching bag Go on, make my day Go get high on my mistakes If you want me, come and take me Because I love the way you hate me Someone find me, someone save me Because I feel like I'm fucking dying

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, ah! Hanging 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 calling the kettle black Take it out on someone who won't hit you back 'Til we're all as broken as you Oh, yeah 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 throwing stones And hope I'd tie a rope 'round my throat 'til 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 Punching bag Just another pot calling the kettle black Take it out on someone who won't hit you back 'Til we're all as broken as you Oh, yeah 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 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