Punching Bag - Palaye Royale

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, they 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 till 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

If you want me, come and take me

Because I love the way you hate me

I 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

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 it feels like I’m fucking dying