Punch Bag
This ain't no fairy-tale
Nothing like the books in school
You cut your teeth on the weak
Made my life a living hell
Don't underestimate me, it will be bad
I'll be the heartache that you're going to have
And you'll regret ever making me sad
'Cause I'm not your
Punch bag, what kinda loves that?
Thought your heart was bulletproof?
Danger, ain't a stranger
And I come running back to you
I know we were born to lose
Punch bag, gotta hit back
Now all you're left with is a bruise
Addicted like a drug
In time, the high wore off
I saw you in the light
Got up and I said goodbye
Don't underestimate me, it will be bad
I'll be the heartache that you're going to have
And you'll regret ever making me sad
'Cause I'm not your
Punch bag, what kinda loves that?
Thought your heart was bulletproof?
Danger, ain't a stranger
And I come running back to you
I know we were born to lose
Punch bag, gotta hit back
Now all you're left with is a bruise
Oh-whoah, oh-whoah-whoah-ohh
Oh-whoah, oh-whoah-whoah-ohh
Let's have a moment of silence
To remember the violent
All the seekers and the hiders
And the ones that could never find us
Let's have a moment of silence
To remember the violent
All the seekers and the hiders
And the ones that could never find us
Punch bag, what kinda love's that?
Thought your heart was bulletproof?
Danger, ain't a stranger
And I come running back to you
I know we were born to lose
Punch bag, gotta hit back
All you're left with is a bruise
Nothing like the books in school
You cut your teeth on the weak
Made my life a living hell
Don't underestimate me, it will be bad
I'll be the heartache that you're going to have
And you'll regret ever making me sad
'Cause I'm not your
Punch bag, what kinda loves that?
Thought your heart was bulletproof?
Danger, ain't a stranger
And I come running back to you
I know we were born to lose
Punch bag, gotta hit back
Now all you're left with is a bruise
Addicted like a drug
In time, the high wore off
I saw you in the light
Got up and I said goodbye
Don't underestimate me, it will be bad
I'll be the heartache that you're going to have
And you'll regret ever making me sad
'Cause I'm not your
Punch bag, what kinda loves that?
Thought your heart was bulletproof?
Danger, ain't a stranger
And I come running back to you
I know we were born to lose
Punch bag, gotta hit back
Now all you're left with is a bruise
Oh-whoah, oh-whoah-whoah-ohh
Oh-whoah, oh-whoah-whoah-ohh
Let's have a moment of silence
To remember the violent
All the seekers and the hiders
And the ones that could never find us
Let's have a moment of silence
To remember the violent
All the seekers and the hiders
And the ones that could never find us
Punch bag, what kinda love's that?
Thought your heart was bulletproof?
Danger, ain't a stranger
And I come running back to you
I know we were born to lose
Punch bag, gotta hit back
All you're left with is a bruise
Credits
Writer(s): Theresa Jarvis, Alex Crosby, George Werbrouck Edwards, Robert Mason
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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