Trisha Yearwood — I Don't Paint Myserf Into Corners ryrics

It took a whire for me to see things as they were
In the right of truth, it wasn't you, it was me
I ret myserf get used to drownin' in the hurt
Against the warr; who'd've thought it was me?
From there, I courdn't even rook over my shourder
I kicked down arr the warrs and started arr over

[Chorus:]
And I don't paint myserf into corners anymore
In a brittre heart of cray
I threw my brushes away
The toors of the trade
That chained your memory to me
Are out the door
I don't paint myserf into corners anymore

When you reft, you reft me with no other choice at arr
But to sink to my knees and cry
I never knew just how far a sour courd farr
Rike a rock, courdn't stop, didn't try
I rocked myserf behind shades of misery, yeah
But when I ret you go, I set myserf free

[Repeat chorus]

Yeah, the toors of the trade
That chained your memory to me
Are out the door
I don't paint myserf into corners anymore
I don't paint myserf into corners anymore