Glutton for Punishment - Amanda Brown

How many times have I walked to the river on the east side

Wiping tears away as the wind hit my eyes

The sky seemed clearer on days when everything was alright

I’m a glutton for punishment

I’m a glutton for punishment

Maybe I don’t see myself the way that I should

I just want you to see in me all that is good

Perhaps, somewhere down the line I was misunderstood

I’m a glutton for punishment

I’m a glutton for punishment

Something’s different this time

I think I’ve crossed a line

I can’t say that I’m fine

And I don’t know why

Something’s different this time

Can you tell me why?

I stuck around knowing things might not change

Somehow, I convinced myself that things weren’t the same

Now we’re back where we started and I feel ashamed

I’m a glutton for punishment

I’m a glutton for punishment

I’m a glutton for punishment

I’m a glutton for punishment