Meryl Streep

You used to write about all the things you knew.

Now that you're someone using clichés is all you do.

You and your heart of gold have withered away.

Now you don't make art you make whatever will pay.

Now you don't feel and don't lose an ounce of sleep.

Now you're too busy being Meryl Streep.

I hope the awards are worth all the guilt you keep.

You got your Oscar now take a bow.

You sold them your soul so you can't feel now.

You pick up that old guitar and you play for everyone.

Forgot who you are now that you're someone.

You and your heart of gold have withered away.

Now you don't make art you make whatever will pay.

 Now you don't feel and don't lose an ounce of sleep.

Now you're too busy being Meryl Streep.

I hope the awards are worth all the guilt you keep.

Thank the crowd, take a bow.

You belong to them you have nothing now.

Now you don't feel and don't lose an ounce of sleep.

Now you're too busy being Meryl Streep.

I hope the awards are worth all the guilt you keep.
 

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