To live is to die,
Face a fear,
Withhold your cry.

Tomorrow is near,
But not close enough, I fear.
To live is to die.

My mother would say to me,
"Time will heal, you'll see,
Withhold your cry."

But betrayal hurts too much,
Leaving skin cold to the touch.
To live is to die.

Tomorrow has finally come,
But still, it is not done,
Withhold your cry.

Today I lay down my head,
For the final time in my bed.
To live is to die,
Withhold your cry.