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, fulfilled 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