Always there
so many you hide
Tread your petals
just to find
Thorns growing on your inside
And All the beauty fades
while you learn to live
you're as real as a lie
and I just might find
Thorns growing
there on
the inside
I know you're wore out
and tired
really really tired
so where did you go
what tiny island of the mind
because i've been searching
for weeks
but all i seem to find
are thorns growing
on your inside
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