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I draw a circle with a pen
I cross it out and draw again
The ink is cold against my skin
I feel my confidence wear thin
I write a line and then erase it all
I tell myself I'm half a foot too small
I walk the room with heavy feet
I whisper lines I won't repeat
I open up the door to step outside
I meet the eyes of strangers and I hide
I walk three blocks then turn around
I hurry back to the familiar ground
I draw a circle with a pen
I cross it out and draw again
The doubt is loud, it takes a throne
And builds a cage around my bones
I draw a circle with a pen
I cross it out and draw again
The ink is cold against my skin
I feel my confidence wear thin
I open up the door to step outside
I meet the eyes of strangers and I hide
I walk three blocks then turn around
I hurry back to the familiar ground
I draw a circle with a pen
I cross it out and draw again
The doubt is loud, it takes a throne
And builds a cage around my bones
I draw a circle with a pen
I cross it out and draw again
The ink is cold against my skin
I feel my confidence wear thin