Done Giving a Fuck

[Verse 1]
Raised my head
Took the hit on the jaw
Spit red on the concrete
Like
“Is that all you got?”
Every lesson
Just another fresh bruise
You call it character building
I call it abuse
[Chorus]
I’m done giving a fuck
You can keep your hope and luck
Every time I rise
You drag me under
I’m past feeling the sting
Rip the heart out
Cut the string
If there’s a soul in here
It’s going under (under)
I’m done giving a fuck
[Verse 2]
You say “stand tall”
While you’re cutting my knees
Clap for my progress
As I fall to the street
All your pep-talk poison
Burns worse than the fall
You want a comeback story
I want nothing at all
[Chorus]
I’m done giving a fuck
You can keep your hope and luck
Every time I rise
You drag me under
I’m past feeling the sting
Rip the heart out
Cut the string
If there’s a soul in here
It’s going under (under)
I’m done giving a fuck
[Bridge]
How many times
Do I crawl through the glass? (hey!)
How many times
Till I just let it pass?
You want fire in my eyes
But you emptied the tank
I’m not broken
I’m bored
And you’ve got you to thank
[Chorus]
I’m done giving a fuck
You can keep your hope and luck
Every time I rise
You drag me under
I’m past feeling the sting
Rip the heart out
Cut the string
If there’s a soul in here
It’s going under (under)
I’m done giving a fuck
I’m done giving a fuck (yeah)

metal, Modern metal with male vocals; low-tuned guitars chug in tight sync with a snarling bass, drums flip between half-time stomp and frantic double-kick. Verses stay tense and palm-muted, space for dry, aggressive vocal. Chorus explodes into anthemic, shouted lines with gang backing vocals and dissonant chords. Brief breakdown in the bridge for a crowd-chant moment, then final chorus hits harder with layered screams.