The fact you repeat something over & over again
But it becomes completely unnecessary
Is redundant

When you lead me on.
Showing a bit of emotion.
The commotion kills my brain like a  potion

But it's rundant

The more we speak around,
The more our heart will drown,
Because that bush that wasn't easy to get around
Has you down

But beating through that bush,
Will only cause me to push
Back to a reality that that will be missed

I hear it now, but I see something else
I hear it now, but I want it to be something else

Constantly exploring this muscle  
That's called a heart.
But when I search it's cold and dark

But I know it's uncalled for
Because it's redundant to think about that thought.