Sadness runs through my veins
Fueled by memories of the past, a familiar pain
What do I have to gain?
When I constantly reflect on bitter life with disdain
I have no home, feeling alone
Is this all I have? Sadness inside
All I wanted was to be like them
Happiness and a life full of friends
And I'm sorry I can't meet these ends
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
But I'm more than this
Love breaks the shackles of my self loathing bliss
I am free, I am free from this
Let me go in peace
You are a tree, that sprouts, blooms, and dies
The seasons change, but methods stay the same
I'm trying to better myself, but it's easy to fill the void of an empty shell
Addiction, anxiety and, depression
Leads only to my dissection of who I am
Only to find that I'm nothing instead
A case of chemical destruction
My brain lacks a longing, fufilled direction
You are a tree, that sprouts, blooms, and dies
The seasons change, but methods stay the same
Is life worth living when only present is suffering
I'm full of love but aggressions of self hate suffocate
Sadness runs through my veins
Feeling alive
Nothing fuels my mind
Feeling alive
Words of comfort sometimes get me by
You are a tree, that sprouts, blooms, and dies
The seasons change, but methods stay the same
Is life worth living when only present is suffering
I'm full of love but aggressions of self hate suffocate
