'Baby you are lost...lost cause,
I am tired of fighting, fighting for a lost cause.'

All words are gone, just these lyrics stuck in my head on repeat with the music being my emotional mirror reflection, and it seems to work. But it was not supposed to be like that, it was never the initial plan, you know? I want my words back, I want my old thoughts, you were not supposed to take them away from me. Staring at the black keys of my keyboard, looking at these white letters on it and wondering which to use so I could form my words, and I do not really know.They all mean the same. They all mean...you.

It's not like Beck is on repeat, it feels like I am on repeat. Repeating the same old lines, the same phrases, images, just like grandma used to say 'your thoughts are like a film tape'. However, the thing she does not know is what film is currently playing on it. That's good, cause if she knew, she would look at me questionably and ask 'Don't you have a life to live?' and I would just laugh as usual, because what else could I reply to this so simple and meanwhile paraplexing question. She is more than right and I am more than wrong, but you took my words and I was almost convinced that it's a fair trade.
But, you know, Beck is wiser and older. I am tired, tired of playing you on repeat in my mind's film tape, so it might be about time to change that damn tape.