I'm standing here
Sifting through the same old shit
Of the words I heard once before
And how they didn't change a thing
They were written in the shortest breath
The way your eyes still look the same
Copy of a cheap cliché
Well your hatred falls so short on me
My hands are not clean
I have made the same mistakes
Of letting damaging opinions have their way
Do you have another thing to say?
Or can we see things, see things through
A different frame
All of us had a thing to say about someone else and all their ways
And it never made you justified
Because you wrote a song about being betrayed
You never looked at yourself to right your wrongs
I'm sick of hearing the same songs
I'm sick of hearing the same songs again
