A Little Contrived
Lewis Loh Zhi Hou
A little contrived,
Oh it's mostly my mind,
Poetic words they hide the truth.
I'm whispering words,
To the breeze all unheard,
Speak louder, you need to prove.
That all I really wanted was you,
All I really wanted was you,
All I really wanted was you.
All I really wanted was you.
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