I have no reason,
It's not because I think I have nothing to offer this place,
I have no reason
I have no reason to try and recreate the past to make the present bearable.
I'm tired of the temporary flame.
I'm tired of feeding the darkness parts of myself I thought were useless,
That I deemed unlovable,
Even when I was told the ugly can be beautiful.
Because what is actual self-worth without pain?
I've seen weeds grow in concrete crevices,
Trees grow through abandoned buildings.
I think maybe a part of me could have the will to live like that,
The notion that I can be something despite the overwhelming feeling that I'm not.
The desire to reach the sun so badly that I'll break through walls,
To make the best with what I am handed,
Because life goes by too quickly for me to continue to hang my head.
Roses are laid on the lid when it's over, but I am still here.
I pronounced myself dead before I even had a chance to breathe.
This world is much bigger than what I've made it to be,
A small fish in a big pond doesn't even begin to sum it up.
No, I've been swallowing swords and walking the tight-rope to appease
No, this place isn't the circus, my inner lion has yet to be tamed.
The words and lyrics I craft have a sharper edge and more meaning.
The power and soul behind each chord I build from the ground up
Allows for a greater distance between myself and a daunting ledge
I no longer dwell just because I don't know what else to do
I have greater mountains to climb over,
I dont have time to ask what could've been
I'll admit there's still that hope somewhere inside me,
I'm done being miserable.
I have no reason to be, I'm an uncaged bird.
I have no reason anymore.