And my sister kissed my cheek,
Whispered softly sweet,
"It's Okay, okay to cry.
To bleed out through your sorrow.
Okay to cry and not know why,
As long as you laugh like there's no tomorrow."
From love to hate,
And hate to pain,
Hate circles around and strikes again.
And yes, my searing solemn sobs echo in that place
between today and tomorrow,
And yes, I cry and I don't know why,
But at least I laugh like there's no tomorrow.