No Reason
does there always have to be a why,
cause i can’t seem to find mine.
i won’t pretend that i’ve been hurt,
that a cold world left me to die
cause I’ve been blessed beyond belief
yet thorns they grow inside of me
no seed to blame no tragedy
from my own thoughts they grew
from my own thoughts, they grew
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