Hanging out with friends might sound sincere, everybody around smiles and cheers.
Group cruises through the country side, good times Rollin great and wide.
Playing some ball or maybe ride, down through the pit where our loud voices die.
Everything seems fun and fine, especially the days we cast a line.
Even with all of these unforgettable pastimes, Your misunderstanding this positive rhyme.
Pain comes in many forms, and sits on the highest platform.
Things may look fine and swell, and just by looking you couldn't tell.
Things don't appear as you think, you miss everything as you blink.
As said before, being with friends may seem sincere, but this is how I disappear.
