Clear Cutting

Started breaking some of the rules
then you broke them all
I know that there’s a war in your head
You can’t win them all

And I can’t take this all to bed
Just as you expected
Your self-fulfilled prophecy’s already leading to the next

Tree to climb up from the depths
You reach the top, you’re done with him
It sounds familiar, it’s all been done

Now I see you around around the bends
I’m not to sure you still have it
Another old insult for me signed personal friend