Redundant

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