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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I keep my phone face down
Still it lights up your name
You come around for the fire
Then leave me holding the flame
I learned your kind of sweet
It always has a price
You talk like forever
Then you vanish by the night
[Pre-Chorus]
And I give too much
Till there's nothing left
You take my soft parts
Then you call it love
I am so tired
Of playing nice
When your hands on me
Only leave a mark, not light
[Chorus]
I’m tired of being used
Tired of being used
You take what you want
Then you cut me loose
I’m tired of being used
Tired of being used
I want real hands
Not hands that bruise
[Verse 2]
I wore your favorite dress
Like it meant I was enough
But I was just a mirror
For the version you made up
You loved me in pieces
Easy to hold and break
Then laughed when I asked
Why it always ends this way
[Pre-Chorus]
And I give too much
Till there's nothing left
You take my soft parts
Then you call it love
I am so tired
Of playing nice
When your hands on me
Only leave a mark, not light
[Chorus]
I’m tired of being used
Tired of being used
You take what you want
Then you cut me loose
I’m tired of being used
Tired of being used
I want real hands
Not hands that bruise
[Bridge]
Maybe I was lonely
Maybe that was true
But lonely is not open
To every man passing through
I’m done with your promises
Done with your small-town lies
I’m learning how to love me
Even when it hurts to try
[Final Chorus]
I’m tired of being used
Tired of being used
You take what you want
Then you cut me loose
I’m tired of being used
Tired of being used
I want real hands
Not hands that bruise
Details
GeneratedMay 1, 2026
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
Pop ballad with mid-tempo 4/4 pulse, gentle kick and muted piano in the verses; pre-chorus lifts with rising synth pads and tom builds; chorus opens wide with stacked harmonies and clipped drum hits. Lead vocal stays intimate and close-mic, with double-tracked choruses, airy ad-libs, and delay throws on the title phrase. Vinyl crackle, reversed swell into each chorus, and a final bridge drop to piano and voice. Bright, dramatic, polished mix with a bruised edge., sad, pop, heartfelt, dramatic
Credits
Prompt by
Koko98
Koko98ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Sad song about being lonely and being tired of being used by men, pop, dramatic, heartfelt
