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, I’ll make sense of this
This is me, this is my redemption
It’s how I’ll make, 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
(If you wanna dance, ask her nicely)
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