(rebecca lynn howard/trey bruce)



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

In the light of truth

It wasn't youit was me

I let myself get used to drowning in the hurt

Against the wall

Who'd of thoughtit 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 kneesand cry

I never knew just how far a soul could fall

Like a rock

I couldn't stopdidn't try

I locked myself behind shades of misery

But when I let you goi 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



The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me

Are out the door

I don't paint myself into corners anymore