Curse It
You say you want my brain,
Take it.
You think you're so vain,
What a shame.

You say you want my ability.
To what?
Think?
Believe me it stinks.

Over-analyzing causes pain.
Do you still want my brain?

"Mine is fine," I hear you say.
Why torture yourself this way.
"You think better, you're cleverer."
Wise?
Growing wise over time.
It must be over soon.
Follow your heart not your head.
Being me, always one step ahead,
you'll end up dead.
Live for the moment,
Forget your mind,
Being me, it's hard to find.

Ignorance is bliss.
Curse my brain.
Curse it or
Take it.
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