I resist, the deep urge, to hate this, I refer, to my life, my ways, my time, my haze...

Happy times and holidays, loving lifetimes and joyous days.

It don't mean shit, to a depressive.
Gotta admit, it's quite impressive.
The smiles... And the laughs.
All the goofs... And the gaffs.
Don't mean shit, to a depressive.
But I'll admit, it's quite impressive.
To see...

Summer sun and gleaming fun, the entertainments never done.

I don't mean it, when I smile.
I can't do shit, running this mile.
The stress... The...