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I'm afraid of a blank page
Sitting quiet and desperate
Creation's a slow fade
To exhaustion and old age
It's the pebble in my shoe
It's the wind on a cold day
Watching someone do better
A crippling fear of change
It nods at me slightly
It smiles so politely
Tells 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
What was it I was afraid of?
It's a two-minute conversation
Cracking the spine of a bug
Standing in line for the teller
Not knowing which way to look

My God, what a cold sound
When I let myself and my friends down
Wake up in a cold sweat
It's the price I pay
For the sound of it