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 ***...