Clear Cutting

Started breaking some of the rules

Then you broke them all

I know that there's a war in your head

You can't win them all

And I can't take this all to bed

Just as you expected

Your self-fulfilled prophecy's already

Leading to the next

Tree to climb up from the depths

Reach the top, you're done with him

It sounds familiar, it's all been done

Now I see you around the bends

I'm not sure you still have it

Another old insult from me

As I embrace an old friend