I'm afraid of a blank page
sitting quite and desperate
creation's a slow fate
too exhausting in old age
its the pebble in my shoe
its the wind on a cold day
watching someone do better
a cripple in fear of change
he nods at me slightly
and smiles so politely
tell me you can do better
down the barrel of my own gun
I'm afraid of a blank page
there's a terror in falling in love
all alone at the table
was it I was afraid of
its a two minute conversation
cracking the spine of a bug
standing in line for the teller
not knowing which way to run
my god what a cold town
when I let myself and my friends down
wake up in a cold sweat it's the price I pay for the sound I made

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