It's a script
It's a cycle
Like we're on repeat
The same words tossed around
Without missing a beat
I'm sick of this
I'm done
I don't even give a damn
I don't care about your opinions
I'll break them like a battering ram
You tell me I'm wrong
That I'm misguided, incorrect
But to be honest
Your words now have no effect
I tried to explain to you
I just wanted you to listen
But despite how much I try
It's like tuning out is your new addiction
So no more begging on my knees,
Pleading for you to understand,
Fuck you and your deaf ears,
Obviously your mind is a wasteland.