Brain squeezed to the max
Like desiccated coconut,
You keep asking for more
But I'm already maxed out.
See what you're doing to me
Hurts so much deep down,
A shell of a person I am
On my face a perpetual frown.
No more creative juice
I'm dry to the core,
Yet what do you care
Just a word that I'm a bore.
Oh well, this is life
We are not meant to be,
There's nothing to be done
You are you and I am me.
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