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