So far, unwanted
Too close, controlling
Never trusted
I'm not made for this
My head can't fathom the truth
That you ended all that was good
Your eyes have grown accustom like I knew they would
To the same old picture
Always hiding
No longer seeking for help
Holding me down
Trapped, forever trapped
Your eyes have grown accustom like I knew they would
To the same old picture
Your eyes have grown accustom like I knew they would
To the same old picture
You caused my mind to fade away
Forever thinking I wasn't right
This weathered canvas, carved by tired hands

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