When I was little, I believed that life was yet to come.
When I was a teen, I thought what I'd do when I left home.
As Me-now, I believe that life is my fear.
As me-now, AWW...let me get another beer.
This fear I speak of is not my own;
If only, I think about it, I would have never left home.
Fear has overcome my body and mind,
And now all I have...is to run and hide.
So I ask you this, what is your fear?
Aww...hold on for a second...let me get another beer!
I know what you're thinking; I found a way out!
But the fear still follows me no matter my route.
My fear is to have no one...to be alone;
My fear is over powering...so strong!
Is it my weakness or is it the death of me?
It is so dark...I can barely see.
I drink to ease my pain; I drink to forget;
I drink because it is my way out...my safety net.
I am scared, frightened of my fear;
It's OK...I'll just drink another beer.
As a child my fears were so different;
"El cucuy" somehow away he was sent.
This was the monster under my bed,
And all the tales that were said.
As an adult my fears are always the same;
"El cucuy" always and forever he came.
The monster not living under my bed,
But in my hand to ruin my day.
"El cucuy" is the crippling beer;
El "cucuy" is now my regretted fear.
So now I embrace it and hold on,
But quite often...I want to run.
****For those who don't speak spanish "El CUCUY" is the spanish version of the monster that some children are always afraid of.
