Текст песни Trisha Yearwood - I Don`t Paint Myself Into Corners
Trisha Yearwood - I Don`t Paint Myself Into Corners слова песни
(Rebecca Lynn Howard/Trey Bruce)It took a while for me to see things as they wereIn the light of truthIt wasn`t you,it was meI let myself get used to drowning in the hurtAgainst the wallWho`d of thought,it was meFrom there I couldn`t even look over my shoulderI kicked down all the walls and started all overAnd I don`t paint myself into corners anymoreIn a brittle heart of clayI threw my brushes awayThe tools of the trade that chained your memory to meAre out the doorI don`t paint myself into corners anymoreWhen you left you left me with no other choice at allBut to sinkTo my knees,and cryI never knew just how far a soul could fallLike a rockI couldn`t stop,didn`t tryI locked myself behind shades of miseryBut when I let you go,I set myself freeAnd I don`t paint myself into corners anymoreIn a brittle heart of clayI threw my brushes awayThe tools of the trade that chained your memory to meAre out the doorI don`t paint myself into corners anymoreThe tools of the trade that chained your memory to meAre out the doorI don`t paint myself into corners anymore