Wallflower

Happened to know this song when i happened to chance upon a video of Inch Chua performing <Wallflower> in clicktvnetwork.

I really really like the lyrics and the melody. It’s also a different genre to what i usually listen.

I’m in support of local artists!  Her digital album can be downloaded HERE.

Inch Chua  – Wallflower

Hello world,
I’m a mismatched glove on the shelf of a hardware store.
Its not like I know how I got here from before,
time just took me on the tide.

Hello world,
I’m part of the world but I don’t qualify to be
part of societies social hierarchy.
Cause I was always cruising on my own.

I wish that someone would notice me,
its not like I’m so hard to see.

Hello world,
do I really have to look like the girls in the magazines,
picture perfect framed and photoshop-ed to the last degree.
Oh spare me would you please.

I wish that someone would wanna know me,
Its not like I’m so hard to see.

But I’ll just hide in my garden,
plant my own trees and watch me grow.
But no no no, they won’t let me be.
As they, stand still and tease.

Hello world,
is weird that I fit in your colony?
I was always just known as the black sheep of the family
Cause I was never walking on the dotted line line line line line.

I wish that someone would wanna know me,
Its not like I’m contagiously diseased.

But I’ll just hide in my garden,
plant my own trees and watch me grow.
But no no no, they won’t let me be.
As they, stand still and tease.

But I’ll just hide in my garden,
plant my own trees and watch me grow.
Then it won’t be much longer.
till I become a pretty wallflower.


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