Punching Bag

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

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

'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 throwin' 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 in

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 (Goodbye)

I'm up all night when you think I'm sleeping

People-pleasing's never good for your health

So go fuck yourself