| Song | Question Existing (The Wideboys Club Mix) |
| Artist | Rihanna |
| Album | Good Girl Gone Bad |
| 作词 : CARTER, SHAWN/SMITH, SHAWN/TAYLOR, S. | |
| Take off my shirt, loosen the buttons and undo my skirt | |
| Stare at myself in the mirror | |
| Take me apart, piece by piece | |
| Sorrow decrease, pressure release | |
| I put in work | |
| Did more than called upon, more than deserved | |
| When it was over, did I wind up hurt? | |
| Yes, but it taught me, before a decision, ask this question first | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing | |
| Take off my cool | |
| Show them that under here, I'm just like you | |
| Do the mistakes that may make me a fool | |
| Or a human with loss | |
| And with them a loss, round of applause | |
| Take the abuse, sometimes it feels like they want me to lose | |
| It's entertainment, is that an excuse? | |
| No, but the question that lingers, whether win or lose | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing | |
| Dear diary, and to all them | |
| Entertain is something I do for a living | |
| It's not who I am, I'd like to think that I'm pretty normal | |
| I laugh, I get mad, I hurt, I think I suck sometimes | |
| But when you're in the spotlight, everything seems good | |
| Sometimes I feel like I have it worst | |
| 'Cause I have to always keep my guard up | |
| I don't know who to trust | |
| I don't know who wants to date me for who I am | |
| Or who wants to be my friend for who I really am | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing |
| zuò cí : CARTER, SHAWN SMITH, SHAWN TAYLOR, S. | |
| Take off my shirt, loosen the buttons and undo my skirt | |
| Stare at myself in the mirror | |
| Take me apart, piece by piece | |
| Sorrow decrease, pressure release | |
| I put in work | |
| Did more than called upon, more than deserved | |
| When it was over, did I wind up hurt? | |
| Yes, but it taught me, before a decision, ask this question first | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing | |
| Take off my cool | |
| Show them that under here, I' m just like you | |
| Do the mistakes that may make me a fool | |
| Or a human with loss | |
| And with them a loss, round of applause | |
| Take the abuse, sometimes it feels like they want me to lose | |
| It' s entertainment, is that an excuse? | |
| No, but the question that lingers, whether win or lose | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing | |
| Dear diary, and to all them | |
| Entertain is something I do for a living | |
| It' s not who I am, I' d like to think that I' m pretty normal | |
| I laugh, I get mad, I hurt, I think I suck sometimes | |
| But when you' re in the spotlight, everything seems good | |
| Sometimes I feel like I have it worst | |
| ' Cause I have to always keep my guard up | |
| I don' t know who to trust | |
| I don' t know who wants to date me for who I am | |
| Or who wants to be my friend for who I really am | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing | |
| Who am I living for? | |
| Is this my limit? Can I endure some more? | |
| Chances are given, question existing |