So far, unwanted Too close, controlling Never trusted Never 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