Текст песни Trisha Yearwood - I Dont Paint Myself Into Corners
Trisha Yearwood - I Dont 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 wasnt you,it was meI let myself get used to drowning in the hurtAgainst the wallWhod of thought,it was meFrom there I couldnt even look over my shoulderI kicked down all the walls and started all overAnd I dont 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 dont 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 couldnt stop,didnt tryI locked myself behind shades of miseryBut when I let you go,i set myself freeAnd I dont 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 dont paint myself into corners anymoreThe tools of the trade that chained your memory to meAre out the doorI dont paint myself into corners anymore