Trisha Yearwood - Dont paint self into corner

^BIt took me awhile to s^Aee things as they were In the light of t^Eruth, it wasn't you, it was ^Bme I let myself get used to d^Arowning in the hurt Against the w^Eall, who'd of thought, it was ^Bme ^C#mFrom there I couldn't look o^Aver my sh^Eoulder ^C#mI kicked down all the walls and s^Btarted all over

And I don't p^Eaint my^F#mself ^G#minto c^Aorners anymore In a ^Ebrittle heart of clay I threw my b^Brushes away The ^Etools of the ^F#mtrade that c^G#mhained your m^C#memory to me Are out the d^Aoor A(one strum) E I don't paint myself into corners anymore

^BWhen you left you left me with no ^Aother choice all But to s^Eink, to my knees, and ^Bcry I never knew just how ^Afar a soul could fall Like a r^Eock, couldn't stop, didn't ^Btry ^C#mI locked myself behind s^Ahades of mise^Ery ^C#mBut when I let you go I ^Bset myself free

The ^Etools of the ^F#mtrade that c^G#mhained your m^C#memory to me Are out the d^Aoor A(one strum) E I don't paint myself into corners anymore