How many times must I tell you I’ve told you

How many times must I say what I’ve said

A person can only repeat themselves so many times

Before they shout the message

Still you will insist on asking again

On not paying attention to begin with

And relying on my memory to be your memory

I can imagine your brain getting fat

While mine is lean and sinewy

One day you will have to do with out me

When your brain breaks a sweat

It will come out in tears