the diary is full with no days to spare
notes and ammendments here there and everywhere
i try to plan my days far ahead
but there's so much to do i feel like going to bed
so i have more caffeine it will keep me awake
so i can plan and change and plan again each and every date
the notes and ammendments are finished there finally all done
it's then that my ocd kicks in and says no your not son
you can do it easy take on more work
shuffle and juggle you'll see it won't hurt
so the caffeine comes out once more again
the diary the notes the amendments the pen
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