She sees the world as many colors
While I see my boring monotone
She enjoys the company of many others
While I must suffer being alone
She has many talents to offer to friends
While I can do nothing of use
She has excitement to no ends
While I must sit and muse
Why must I suffer through my strife
When she leads such a perfect life?
He is neutral, seeing white and black
The colors burn my eyes
He is free from all of the setbacks
That from friends sometimes arise
He doesn't do constant favors
Without so much as a blink
I'm always busy, in need of a savior
Dreaming of a day to sit and think
Why must I suffer though my strife
When he leads such a perfect life?
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