Tekster: Apocalyptica. I Don't Care.

I try to make it through my life
In my way
There's you
I try to make it through these lies
That's all I do

Just don't deny it
Just don't deny it
And deal with it
Yeah, deal with it

You try to break me
You wanna break me
Bit by bit
That's just part of it

If you were dead or still alive
I don't care
I don't care
And all the things you've left behind
I don't care
I don't care

I try to make you see my side
I always try to stay in line
But your eyes see right through
That's all they do
I'm getting tired of this shit
I got no room, when it's like this.
But you wanted me, just deal with it

So...


If you were dead or still alive
I don't care
I don't care
And all the things you've left behind
I don't care
I don't care

(I'm taking care of it. I'm taking care of it)

(You won't be there for me. You won't be there for me)

[Piano Solo]

If you were dead or still alive
I don't care
I don't care
And all the things you've left behind
I don't care
I don't care

If you were dead or still alive
I don't care (I'm taking care of it)
I don't care (I'm taking care of it)
And all the things you've left behind
I don't care (You won't be there for me)
I don't care
At all