I Dont Paint Myself Into Corners — текст песни (Trisha Yearwood)

(rebecca lynn howard/trey bruce)



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