Growing up and Growing Beards

You say there's nothing left to fear
We're growing up and growing beards
Well, there's a song leading 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, 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 said 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 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

Worst, 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

Fight for this
For me