my years of youth were lost
and i didn't know until it was too late
sadness is expensive, the energy it costs
good memories i had to fabricate
pain is in my genes
my family knows it too
it only progressed through my teens
then i didn't know where to turn to
i chased a feeling i couldn't find
a drop of blood, a puff of smoke
anything to ease my mind
happiness didn't seem real, nothing but a joke
one, two, three more drops of blood.
i was drowning in it.
crying enough tears to cause a flood
couldn't find relief, even for a minute
sadness is expensive, the energy it costs
before i knew it, i was broke
