Testo di 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 Till 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 till 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 Till 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