Same old song

I've been listening to songs for years and years,
Old ones, new ones, the joy, the tears.
They all sing about the same damn thing,
Like there's no other story worth the strings.

Same old song, same old rhyme,
Like every writer's lost their mind.
Empty lyrics, boring melodies
And still the crowd keeps asking: "Give us more, please."

Some of them sing about love gone wrong,
Like love can be shared — what a boring song.
Either you have it, or you don't at all.
"Unrequited" — man, that's the saddest joke I recall.

Same old song, same old rhyme,
Like every writer's lost their mind.
Empty lyrics, boring melodies
And still the crowd keeps asking: "Give us more, please."

Others search for the meaning of life,
If you ask me, the point is a knife.
No meaning at all, just strum and pose,
Playing broken guitars like they're planting roses.

Same old song, same old rhyme,
Like every writer's lost their mind.
Empty lyrics, boring melodies
And still the crowd keeps asking: "Give us more, please."

And the rest put nothing in their tune,
Just a heavy bass, a drum, a groove.
A scream, a shout, a random line,
More distortion, less design.

Same old song, same old rhyme,
Like every writer's lost their mind.
Empty lyrics, boring melodies
And still the crowd keeps asking: "Give us more, please."

I'm so tired of these empty, cheap charades,
Where did the real wordsmiths go? They've faded in the haze.
Too complex, too strange, no one understands.
And what can't be sold, no one wants in their hands.

Same old song, same old rhyme,
Like every writer's lost their mind.
Empty lyrics, boring melodies
And still the crowd keeps asking: "Give us more, please."

Same old song, same old rhyme,
Like every writer's lost their mind.
Empty lyrics, boring melodies
And still the crowd keeps asking: "Give us more, please."

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