It took a while for me to see things as they were In the light of truth It wasnt you,it was me I let myself get used to drowning in the hurt Against the wall Whod of thought,it was me From there I couldnt even look over my shoulder I kicked down all the walls and started all over And I dont paint myself into corners anymore In a brittle heart of clay I threw my brushes away The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me Are out the door I dont paint myself into corners anymore When you left you left me with no other choice at all But to sink To my knees,and cry I never knew just how far a soul could fall Like a rock I couldnt stop,didnt try I locked myself behind shades of misery But when I let you go,I set myself free And I dont paint myself into corners anymore In a brittle heart of clay I threw my brushes away The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me Are out the door I dont paint myself into corners anymore The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me Are out the door I dont paint myself into corners anymore
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