Punching Bag (Explicit)

Lyrics by：Carson Cody/Jon Lundín

Composed by：Carson Cody/Jon Lundín

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 **** 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 **** 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 **** yourself