So what is it that I cry for:
When sorrow I know is due.
It’s okay, I wipe away the tears,
Because I cry for you.
Then what is it that’s so upsetting:
When depression comes not due.
It’s not okay, I can’t wipe away,
Because there’s no reason to.
So when people say:
“It’s okay to cry today,
But when tomorrow comes be sure
To smile that frown away.”
But alas, that is the reason why:
I cry, and sigh, because depression doesn’t die.
