The ravens still bear their beaks and they're
Still coming down from the tops of the trees.
I wouldn't let you change me.
I had so many excuses not to be free.
You didn't look at yourself and vow to uproot a family. (
But) I told the mirror I wouldn't
Be broken by curses never aimed at me.
Cause yours was a noble defense but mine was an indulgent resentment.
Why did I paint you like a shadow?
A face of dark gray and a heart of yellow.
I held onto the hate using broad strokes.
But I had an incomplete pallet so why did I paint you like a shadow?
A face of dark gray and a heart of yellow.
My memory is short, like my temper.
My own righteous words sunk in deeper.
