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