I've seen this one thousand times,
But I watch it anyway,
Hoping to gain something new,
But I know I won't,
Still I watch,
With eyes open,
And open mind,
Yet nothing is new,
It's like you,
Same shades and colors that you choose,
I get bored and angry,
Not because of me,
but because of you,
And it scares me to hell,
Not because of you,
But the rituals you do.