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