Miss Goody Two Shoes Lost Her Muse

When you're desprate for words to appear
Upon this blinking screan
When something you held so dear
Just packs up and leaves with no sign
Not a note in sight for me
And all I do is whine
Cause I'm trying to express myself
The way they say is "right"
And this rage is damaging my health
Four out of five doctors agree
Blue in the face as they scream
"Not well! Not well is she!"
Thumping around in my head
Washing the ideas down
But my thoughts all end up dead
Hollow through and through
Thinking so very bored
I'm not sure what to do
Would it be okay to throw that fit?
Just to get it over with?
When will I finally lose it?
When will this nice charade
Just pull out from under me
rain on my parade
They say I'm making progress
I say I'm getting worse
I hate being Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes
It's a gift and a curse