When sadness fills your heart

And sorrow hides the longing to be free

When things go wrong each day

You fix your mind to 'scape your misery Your troubled young life

Had made you turn

To a needle of death How strange, your happy words

Have ceased to bring a smile from everyone

How tears have filled the eyes

Of friends that you once had walked among Your troubled young life

Had made you turn

To a needle of death One grain of pure white snow

Dissolved in blood spread quickly to your brain

In peace your mind withdraws

Your death's so near your soul can't feel no pain Your troubled young life

Had made you turn

To a needle of death Your mother stands a'cryin'

While to the earth your body's slowly cast

Your father stands in silence

Caressing every young dream of the past Your troubled young life

Had made you turn

To a needle of death Through ages, man's desires

To free his mind, to release his very soul

Has proved to all who live

That death itself is freedom for evermore And your troubled young life

Will make you turn

To a needle of death