Today was bad
I hate
I ate
Today was fine

I have nice a friend called fear...
he softly whispers in my ear

he gets me up
he makes me run
he remind me the work is never done

he makes me brush
he keeps me clean
he keeps my conscience crisp and keen

he makes me study
he makes me train
he hates to see me fall behind again

he makes me dress
he makes me care
he makes me look at the mirror and stare

he makes me move
he makes me try
he usually tells me not to cry

he makes me do what i dread
he makes me do my messy bed

he makes me work
he makes me strive
he keeps the guilt in my heart alive

he makes me cautious
he makes me bold
he makes me fear growing old

he keeps me balanced on the brink
he hits me hard like a brick

he's like a bond
he makes me bold
even in my dreams
he makes me think I'm getting bombed

he makes me scared
he makes me hate

but almost always
this friend is near
he makes me run to the bathroom
when i drink too much beer

he makes me fear what i can't see
he makes me wanna ***...

I get excited for another ride
On the bus of life we go
The limit of the view is my sight
The end of the road is death,
Or at least as far as i know

But the colors of the city dried out
They look faint, They're ugly and bold

But how old am i to think that
how many lies I've been told

Since when did my sight go bad
Since when I've lost all hope
Since when did the city go gray
Since when did the sun get old

The bus of life wont wait for me
but i have no reason to go

The colorful city stays bright
But i can't see anything, I can't let go