I Don't Give a Jean-claude Van Damme

Remember me
Careless and torn
With nothing to live for
Remember me
Heartless and worn
With nothing to live for
Let me speak for myself
This is me
This is my redemption

It's how I'll make sense of this
This is me this is my redemption
It's how I'll make sense of this
The air that surrounds you
Is wasted away
'Cause the lungs that you breathe through
Only speak of mistakes

That you've made
I'm careless
I'm heartless
I'm hopeless at best
I'll past this test
Oh, I'll past this test
Hold my breath

I'll hold my breath
I'll march on and sing
I'll march on and sing
The air that surrounds you
Is wasted away
'Cause the lungs that you breathe through
Only speak of mistakes

That you've made
Grab your pistols
Grab your guns
We're locked and loaded
We'll shoot it out
Repent
Repent again
Careless and torn
With nothing to live for

Nothing to live for
The air that surrounds you
Is wasted away
'Cause the lungs that you breathe through
Only speak of mistakes
That you've made
The devil has his eyes on me

And all he sees is glory
The devil has his eyes on me
And all he sees is glory
I've seen enough
I've had enough
Enough