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I wake up early and I make my bed
I practice answers to the words unsaid
I brush my teeth and meet my eyes in glass
I wonder if the person there will last
I choose my clothes and lay them on the chair
I line them up in colors, pair by pair
I tie my shoes and count to twenty-four
The doubt keeps knocking at my bedroom door
I draw a circle on the kitchen floor
I step around it till my feet are sore
But every round I make just feels too tight
And I’m the one who has to win this fight
I draw a circle on the kitchen floor
I step around it till my feet are sore
But every step I take just feeds my doubt
And I’m the one who has to sort it out
I choose my clothes and lay them on the chair
I line them up in colors, pair by pair
I tie my shoes and count to twenty-four
The doubt keeps knocking at my bedroom door
I draw a circle on the kitchen floor
I step around it till my feet are sore
But every round I make just feels too tight
And I’m the one who has to win this fight
I draw a circle on the kitchen floor
I step around it till my feet are sore
But every step I take just feeds my doubt
And I’m the one who has to sort it out