Sword

Hang me up in your closet Paint me underneath Look through cracks, and I see both your faces Inches between both my feet When is it my turn to not live in fear? What are you afraid of? Washing clothes with all the stains that I made on them I see you walking in Closing on doors before I even say your- What are you afraid of? Now, in crowds, we're surrounded Lost, but I'm able to point out you from them Lost, but you're walking away from me again When is it my turn to not live in fear? What are you afraid of? Washing clothes with all the stains that I made on them I see you walking in Closing on doors before I even say your name Before I even say your name