We're living in repetition
Content in the same old shtick again
Now the routine's tourning to contention;
Like a production
Like going over and over and over roller coaster
Now I cannot speak
I lost my voice
I'm speechless and redundant
'Cause I love you's not enough
I'm lost for words
Choreographed and lack of passion
Prototypes of what we were
Went full circle 'til I'm nauseous
Taken for granted
Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now I hate it