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Paintbrush

I keep my paintbrush with me
Wherever I may go
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn’t show
I’m so afraid to show you me
Afraid of what you’ll do
That you might laugh or say mean things
I’m afraid I might lose you.
I’d like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand
I need you to accept what you see.
So if you’ll be patient and close your eyes,
I’ll strip off my coats real slow
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show
Now all my coats are stripped off
I feel naked bare and cold
And if you still love me with all that you see
You are my friend pure as gold.
I need to save my paintbrush though
And hold it in my hand
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn’t understand
So please protect me, my dear friend
And thanks for loving me true.
But please let me keep my paintbrush
Until I love me too.

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4 Comments

  1. Nice song with a paint brush!
    Keep the paint brush with you always!

  2. Omg, can relate and love this so much…

  3. If you go to the homepage, http://bipolarhotmess.com/ you will find up in the top right hand corner there is an orange circle to the left of the “search” box. Clicking that button will subscribe you to the RSS feed.

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    ~christi~

  4. Anonymous

    Christy, I love it soo much! One tip, try to keep the meter count even . . .ie some verses are much longer than the rest and that is fine, as long as the AbAb is consistent . .

    but love it!

    Amy D

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