Only the overly simple
And overly complex
Can be labeled art
And we are neither of these
Just caught in the middle
Of these two things
And I just stain pages
But you just tore a boy apart
And the world needs another
One of these stories to sing
The pain is in the details
So that's where I've been living all these years
The plan was to move on
But I was never told which direction to go near
And I don't know if I'm closer or farther
I'm afraid of every door, I'm afraid if it is or if it's not her now
And I know some friends I think you might like
They look just like you, the resemblance is shocking
Oh for a second, I thought they were you
I thought they were you
Until you started talking
One was an angel
One acted how she dressed
One was clean
But could never pass a test
One corrupted boys
One wanted to be a missionary
I thought one was you
But who knows
It's so contrary
So which one of them
Did I like the most?
Can the pill align them
With a doctor's note?
Because I won't mind if you're prescribed
If you don't mind that I'm alive

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