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.

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.

Now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now I hate it.

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, now I cannot speak.