It took me awhile 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 of thought, it was me
From there I couldn't 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
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When you left you left me with no other choice 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
But when I let you go I set myself free
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The tools of the trade that chained your memory to me
Are out the door
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