Count To Four - Growing Up And Growing Beards lyrics

rate me

You say there's nothing left to fear

We're growing up and growing beards

Well there's a song bleeding out of my pencil's tip

There's a guitar in my hand and a ring on my lip

And I'm changing

I'm changing for the worst

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Night I've had in years

Was the night

I had to deal with us

And deal with who I am

But I can't help with all these things that I say

I will become better

I will fight for this for me

Now when I say

That I'm losing the battle

All I mean is I'm trying to heal

I'm trying to speak

Out against all this depression I feel

I'm sorry I hurt

I'm sorry this was the worst

(Chorus)