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Failed at Complication
I fail at complication
normal to the end
nothing fancy, nothing pretty
a straight road with no bend
I'd be a candle without scent
or a bird with a plain song
just an empty, hollow soul
seeking to belong
So when you try to taunt me
remember I'm too plain
to even care to worry
to appreciate the pain
and no matter how I try
I'll never be unique
and until the end of time
quirks, I'll aim to seek.
