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 ***
Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 6:28 PM UTC
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 ***
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