Accustomed To Your Face

I was so really independent and content before we met, 

Surely i could always be that way again and yet 

I've grown accustomed to his looks, 

Accustomed to his voice, 

Accustomed to his face. 

The life that I had before, I could do it forever. But somehow the quiet desire is brewing inside, and I know, I could not be content anymore. Still, for now, when another face has not been found to replace you, I think I just grow accustomed to your face for a while, wouldn't hurt ya much right? :)