Why is everyone so uptight
While I try to right my wrongs
Claiming I drum
To the beat of my own song
Is not life a sing along?
Am I over analyzing
Or are you over looking
The complexity
Of simplicity
And if we don’t meet in the middle
Are we not obsolete?
And if we are obsolete
Aren’t we incomplete
Because a square has four corners
And the square root of four is two
And the half of two is one
One can be the loneliest number
But also live to be prime
But I dont want to live my life alone
And I know I’m not the only one
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