being too young down here we made it through,
for today.
now we're old enough to drive, look and find the pain.
older now, hard to swallow.
day and night, feeling hollow.
i could have told you, i would've lied.
we'll make it through, just hold tight.
hard laughing disappeared, junk piled away.
for the fear.
FEAR, FEAR, FEAR, FEAR, FEAR, FEAR, FEAR, etc
Pygmy Lush - bipolar screamo/indie-folk, ex-pg.99