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.

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