I feel like a punching bag.I let people take hits.It hurts me but satisfies them.I can’t stop it now.It’s a game I play.I want it to be over.I would tell them to stop...But I'm just a punching bag.Just take a hit.I will tell you want you want to hear.Even if it kills me.I guess I should stop; now I'm leading you on.But punching bags don't last forever,They have to snap sooner or latter...