F#m    2-4-4-2-2-2
Eadd9  0-2-4-1-0-0
E9     0-7-6-7-7-0


A            A6         D/A
When sadness fills your heart
    F#m                            Eadd9        E9
And sorrow hides the longing to be free
A              A6         D/A
When things go wrong each day
F#m                              Eadd9        E9     
You fix your mind to 'scape your misery

F#m
Your troubled young life
    A        A6       
Had made you turn
     D/A            Eadd9        E9
To a needle of death

A                 A6    D/A
How strange, your happy words
     F#m                               Eadd9        E9 
Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone
A              A6         D/A
How tears have filled the eyes
   F#m                              Eadd9        E9
Of friends that you once had walked among

F#m
Your troubled young life
    A        A6       
Had made you turn
     D/A            Eadd9        E9
To a needle of death

A            A6         D/A
One grain of pure white snow
   F#m                                    Eadd9        E9
Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain
A             A6       D/A
In peace your mind withdraws
     F#m                                     Eadd9        E9
Your death's so near your soul can't feel no pain

F#m
Your troubled young life
    A        A6       
Had made you turn
     D/A            Eadd9        E9
To a needle of death

A            A6      D/A
Your mother stands a'cryin'
      F#m                             Eadd9        E9
While to the earth your body's slowly cast
A            A6       D/A
Your father stands in silence
   F#m                             Eadd9        E9
Caressing every young dream of the past

F#m
Your troubled young life
    A        A6       
Had made you turn
     D/A            Eadd9        E9
To a needle of death

A             A6       D/A
Through ages, man's desires
   F#m                                Eadd9        E9
To free his mind, to release his very soul
A             A6      D/A
Has proved to all who live
     F#m                         Eadd9        E9
That death itself is freedom for evermore
F#m
Your troubled young life
    A        A6       
Had made you turn
     D/A            Eadd9        E9       
To a needle of death