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The to-do list stuck on the fridge door,
The sneakers I wore when I ran before,
I rehearse my lines when I'm face to face,
Then I blurt the first thing out of place.
I built a castle out of make-believe,
With a thousand rooms to roam on a Sunday eve.
Now the keys are too heavy for my hand,
And my feet keep shaking when they try to stand.
I used to take the stage and feel no fear,
Now I choke on the words when the room is near.
The applause I once loved now hits my skin,
And I sit at the back with a jittery grin.
The to-do list stuck on the fridge door,
The sneakers I wore when I ran before,
My pulse is a drum that forgets to rest,
And I'm short on the dreams I liked the best.
The to-do list stuck on the fridge door,
The sneakers I wore when I ran before,
I rehearse my lines when I'm face to face,
Then I blurt the first thing out of place.
I used to take the stage and feel no fear,
Now I choke on the words when the room is near.
The applause I once loved now hits my skin,
And I sit at the back with a jittery grin.
The to-do list stuck on the fridge door,
The sneakers I wore when I ran before,
My pulse is a drum that forgets to rest,
And I'm short on the dreams I liked the best.
The to-do list stuck on the fridge door,
The sneakers I wore when I ran before,
I rehearse my lines when I'm face to face,
Then I blurt the first thing out of place.
