Wicked?

When it started over Did you feel my pain The sane or the wicked Never more a Bore She's a fucking addict I started it over I couldn't feel the rain Not the same at all Different The sensation stayed the same But things change All around you You never notice Everyday things Sane, sane, sane, sane Or am I wicked No Sane, sane, sane, sane Or am I wicked No I'm a mean mean man But those things that change Will pass away Metaphorical about everything (another run of something)