get over your fears
air blows in my face
i'm up seventy five feet high
even though i'm scared of heights
get over your fears
or else they'll haunt you
and make you feel
as if your fright has
turned you into a coward
i'm scared that the ledge
will be my death bed
get over your fears
a poker face
when you're so scared
when you want to hide somewhere
unnoticeable
to that lurking around
awaiting upon your arrival
there's no need to be in denial
that you are courageous enough
to fight it off
get over your fears
before they drag you into the dirt
before they turn into that gust of wind
that pushes you off the ledge
get over your fears
before they get to your head
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