Karaoké I Don't Paint Myself Into Corners Trisha Yearwood

It took a while for me to see things as they were

In the light of truth

It wasn't you, it was me

I let myself get used to drowning in the hurt

Against the wall

Who'd have thought, it was me

From there I couldn't even look over my shoulder

I kicked down all the walls and started all over

And I don't 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 don't 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

Couldn't stop, didn't try

I locked myself behind shades of misery yeah

But when I let you go

I set myself free

And I don't 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 don't paint myself into corners anymore

Yeah the tools of the trade that chained your memory to me are out the door

I don't paint myself into corners anymore

I don't paint myself into corners anymore