The Grand Tree

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