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