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 world.
A mess... To whirl.
It's not a sin, to be on trial.
Whoever wins, is in denial.
Believe...

Calming wind and chilling dusk, holding hands, it's only us.

It won't mean shit, in a while.
Don't mean shit, when you're suicidal.
The cuts... The scabs.
The slits... The stabs.
It don't mean shit, after a while.
I won't admit, I'm suicidal.
To you...

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

I must admit, after a while.
Im sick of it, this shit is vile.

The smiles... And the laughs.
All the goofs... And the gaffs.

The stress... The world.
A mess... To whirl.

The cuts... The scabs.
The slits... The stabs.

Perhaps... Perhaps.

It's all okay, to be unhappy.
But every day, just flies right past me.

© inconsystent