Punching Bag Video (MV)

Every time I've stepped into the ring I've been knocked out
Every time I've tried to get back up I've been knocked down
Your fists meet my face now my vision is getting blurry
When I can't roll with your punches my failure brings out my fury
You know I warned you: you're spending too much time in my corner
You might have good intentions but the game you play is heart-wrenching
All I want is a fair fight, I guess you can't even give me that
I've read your playbook: bait the boy, he'll bend and beg and bleed then knock him flat

And it's hard to hold back
When my head starts to crack
And it's hard to hold back
When I want to attack
You're a master of provocation
Yeah you really got a knack for that
Now my veins are burning black
And now there ain't no turning back

You taught me how to love
But then you trained me to fight
Trying to rise above
But I'm falling tonight
I can't repair my heart by dragging you down with me
But every boxer needs a punching bag to set passion free

I can't be defending if I am pretending
I'm too preoccupied
By thoughts of you in my brain, I'm going insane
I know that there's still good inside
But the ice in my soul is taking control
And for every Jekyll there is always a Hyde
And if lust and wrath are groom and bride
My downfall will be amplified
Been trying to keep my hands clean but it might be too late
I'll never be the same, you are the drug that makes me mutate
Wish I could be a better man, but it might be for the best
If you stop pushing me over the edge and putting everything that I am to the test

But it's hard to hold back
When my head starts to crack
Yeah, it's hard to hold back
When I want to attack
You're a master of provocation
Yeah you really got a knack for that
Now my veins are burning black
And now there ain't no turning back

You taught me how to love
But then you trained me to fight
Trying to rise above
But I'm falling tonight
I can't repair my heart by dragging you down with me
(Dragging you down with me)
But every boxer needs a punching bag to set passion free

But I can't make the mistake, I can't leave you in my destructive wake
Maybe I need a break for God's sake getting faked out is more than I can take
And I'm losing the fight in the black of the night
And it's gripping me tight 'round my neck and I'm lightheaded
Swinging with all of my might but no help is in sight
I just hope I'll be alright
I hope we'll be okay, I hope I don't throw it away
I hope that I can hold my fire and throw my punches at other desires
Hope there comes a day when I can let you be the one that got away
And throw down my weapons and wave the white flag
And find a different punching bag

Oh, you taught me how to love
But then you trained me to fight
Trying to rise above
But I'm falling tonight
I can't repair my heart by dragging you down with me
(Dragging you down with me)
But every boxer needs a punching bag to set passion free

Gotta wave the white flag and find a different punching bag
But I'm too late, I mutated, the flame will not abate
I'll never wave the white flag
Or find a different punching bag