"Left out" by Neha
Sometimes a little, sometimes a little too much
He was wronged
Sometimes a little, sometimes a little too much
She was wronged like no one was
or will ever be wronged, she thought.
He was wronged like no one was
or will ever be wronged, he thought
She never did no wrong, she thought
He never did no wrong, he thought
He wronged her, she thought
She wronged him, he thought
How can something right
come from so many wrongs?
Somewhere not too far away
God of all wrongs laughs out loud
In this song of many wrongs
I am the only right, he sings along
- Neha




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