Lyrics
[Intro] You keep acting like I’m impossible for finally being tired. No. You made tired the only thing I had left. [Verse 1] You turn every room into a test of my nerve, say one more cruel thing, then act like I deserve to carry your mood like it’s mine to repair, like I should keep breathing through smoke in the air. You raise your voice, then call me intense, push past “stop,” then act all confused at the fence. You make your little speeches, you cry on cue, like tears erase every damn thing you do. I kept giving chances like they cost me nothing, kept calling it love while it kept becoming a house full of tension, a mouth full of grit, a life where I waited for the next little hit. Not your fist. Your words. Your tone. Your blame. That little routine where you start the flame then look at me shocked when I won’t stay sweet, when I stop letting you wipe your dirt on me. [Pre-Chorus] I am not cruel for being finished. I am not cold for closing the door. You had every chance to hear me sooner. I just don’t have one more anymore. [Chorus] I’m fucking done with you, done with the spin, done with the sorry that changes nothing. Done with the tears that arrive too late, done with you making me carry your weight. I’m fucking done with you, hear it clear. I will not lose myself to keep you near. You can call me heartless, call me unfair. I call it leaving before there’s nothing left there. [Verse 2] You like the version of me that absorbs it, the one that stays quiet and never records it. The one that makes room for every excuse, then asks herself why she feels so used. But I started remembering the pattern in full: the sting in the pause, the way you pull a fight from nowhere, then punish my face for not fixing it fast enough in your place. You say, “I’m trying.” Fine. Try elsewhere. I’m not a landing pad for your despair. I’m not your audience, referee, or excuse, and I’m not the woman you get to abuse with a bitter mouth and a soft fake fall after you’ve already wrecked the mood for us all. I gave you patience. You treated it cheap. I gave you honesty. You gave me sleep full of dread, waking up already braced for another bad day wearing your face. [Pre-Chorus 2] I don’t need revenge. I need relief. I don’t need your promise. I need peace. You can keep the version where I stay and bend. This is the version where it ends. [Chorus] I’m fucking done with you, done with the spin, done with the sorry that changes nothing. Done with the tears that arrive too late, done with you making me carry your weight. I’m fucking done with you, hear it clear. I will not lose myself to keep you near. You can call me heartless, call me unfair. I call it leaving before there’s nothing left there. [Bridge] I used to think if I explained it better, you would finally understand. But you understood. You just expected understanding to mean I would stay. [Breakdown] No more “baby, don’t go.” No more “I didn’t mean it.” No more sad eyes when you know what the scene is. No more making me doubt what I heard and felt. No more watching me break then asking how I dealt. I am done playing medic to the mess you make. Done holding the line while you keep trying to shake every good thing loose just to see if I’ll chase. I’m not chasing. I’m choosing my space. [Final Chorus] I’m fucking done with you, done with the spin, done with the sorry that changes nothing. Done with the tears that arrive too late, done with you making me carry your weight. I’m fucking done with you, hear it clear. I will not lose myself to keep you near. You can call me heartless, call me unfair. I call it surviving. I call it getting out of there. [Outro] You had my patience. You had my words. You had every warning. Now all you have is this.