Portrait of Pain

If I could take your pain and frame it, I would.
Try to correct the picture, but it doesn't mean I should.
You painted a portrait of pain for me,
it's on your wall and doesn't mean a thing.
Simply ignored because the blind can't see beyond.
You walk by, somehow grown fond,
of the picture on your wall.
Baby, even I can't see it all, but this is obvious,
look closer if your even curious.
Stop painting, drop your brush.
Just stop before I'm completely crushed.
All I see in your future is more portraits,
more pain, I'm about to forfeit.
Somehow I've made it this far.
I didn't get here by car,
Only by the portrait of my pain.