To make yourself laugh
Even though you let hate into your heart
Is patching a hole without any paint

He couldn’t remember how to act
It was lost upon him who would benefit
He didn’t think about what he could have been
That was for people who lacked style

To make yourself cry
Even though you had a good day
Is digging a hole because that’s the real world

A blood moon begs a question
So does not talking about last night
He hoped it didn’t mean anything
Giving up was easy for him to do

To make yourself laugh
Even though you’ve told a lie
Is patching a hole with the wrong color paint

He saw no point in going to confession
The middle man doesn't know if he is real
To speak of remorse was only between people
God had already knew if he was rising or sinking

To make yourself cry
Even though you helped a stranger
Is digging a hole because you know no other way