We've Got A Fear Lyrics - April Lee

She's the one who comes up to you first 

"Hi there, what's your name?" is her outburst 

She's kind, genuine, unrehearsed 

She's always half expecting the worst 

She's paranoia here to enjoy a 

Nice time and she's trying to avoid a 

Friend who might stab her in the back 

She's never gonna be ready for that attack 

You can find her in a nook with books 

Trying to escape, or so it looks 

To a world of twelve point Times New Roman 

Where she can ward off all ill omens 

She's a twenty first century sorta girl 

Ready for anything, she'll give it a whirl 

And the real question she asks instead of falling asleep 

The question is one that makes her weep 

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We've got a fear of being left behind 

We'd hate to find no one really minds 

Deep down we know we're the odd one out 

We want to draw attention without having to shout 

We've all got a fear of being lost 

We need our people at our side, no matter the cost 

We've all got a fear of growing up 

Fearing fear, we've got enough 

She's unafraid to call you out 

But like her friends, she's full of doubt 

So she drowns that doubt in ironic laughter 

But it doesn't work, so it doesn't matter 

She's got a dozen quirks, she'll make it work 

And a dozen jokes that'll make her smirk 

Her life to her has zero perks 

And is ridden with a dozen jerks 

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So she'll lose herself in nature serene 

She'll mend with her friends, take one for the team 

She won't let herself go unseen 

Ripped jeans drama queen against the machine 

She's a twenty first century sorta girl 

Ready for anything, she'll give it a whirl 

But the real question she thinks about lying in bed 

The question seems to have escaped her head 

We've got a fear of being sad 

Losing friends, no longer wearing plaid 

Deep down we know we're invisible 

We want to be new, unpredictable 

We've all got a fear of being lost 

We need our people at our side, no matter the cost 

We've all got a fear of growing up 

Fearing fear, we've got enough 

He's an angel dropped in the wrong body 

And yes, he dresses a little shoddy 

Likes dark clothing, bad at joking 

A loner, speaking, crying, quoting 

These movies no one watches 

He's quiet, quite sad, and cautious 

Don't ever tell him he's not unique 

Or he'll fall to pieces with a shriek 

Yes, he's one of those boys 

Not wanting to be like most boys 

Wants to be alone, wants no noise 

Not poised, destroyed, not enough toys 

He's a twenty first century sorta guy 

He can't keep up, he's barely getting by 

And the real question he asks instead of falling asleep 

The question is one that makes him weep 

We've got a fear of ourselves 

Or is it a hate? We're overwhelmed 

Deep down we know who we're meant to be 

It's a matter of making everyone else see 

We've all got a fear of being lost 

We need our people at our side, no matter the cost 

We've all got a fear of growing up 

Fearing fear, we've got enough 

She's outspoken and self reflective 

Quiet, call that self deceptive 

Blonde hair shedding, gently treading 

On words towards an undeserved blessing 

Afraid of cats, she's a diplomat 

The main one, the sane one, the self-contained one 

Got the nicest laugh, not choreographed 

Not plain, not vain, she's the daisy chain one 

Easily embarrassed but who isn't? 

Life's unfair, it doesn't listen 

But she'll keep cool while her friends start shouting 

She'll keep it in when she starts doubting 

She's a twenty first century sorta girl 

Ready for anything, she'll give it a whirl 

But the real question she thinks about lying in bed 

The question seems to have escaped her head 

We've got a fear of what we've done 

We like to brood over times when we could've won 

Deep down we wish we had another chance 

And wish we could change our circumstances 

We've all got a fear of being lost 

We need our people at our side, no matter the cost 

We've all got a fear of growing up 

Fearing fear, we've got enough 

She's your Internet bye binary 

Friend dressed up in refinery 

Strumming a guitar of mine or she's 

Reading 'cause she dined early 

She's propping open Jane Austen 

Or scrolling through the latest in 

Fan theories all from Doctor Who 

Or Sherlock, Harry Potter, what have you 

Short hair down to her shoulders 

Asking society be bolder 

And to match her wit with grit 

Hey, quit, admit you're losing it 

She's a twenty first century sorta girl 

Ready for anything, she'll give it a whirl 

And the real question she asks instead of falling asleep 

The question is one that makes her weep 

We've got a fear of losing control 

Unable to move towards our goal 

Deep down we're asking for too much 

But we're praying that maybe we've misjudged 

We've all got a fear of being lost 

We need our people at our side, no matter the cost 

We've all got a fear of growing up 

Fearing fear, we've got enough 

She's the level headed one 

The got the correct method one 

Smart eyes, on the right side 

High waisted jeans pastel dyed 

Knows the right thing to say the right way 

A half finished screenplay in her DNA 

She'll see through her fear to see what it's about 

She's gonna be the one to figure it out