Friday, October 14, 2011

The Story.

All of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been, and how I got to how I am
But these stories don't mean anything, if you've got no one to tell them to
Its true, I was made for you.

I climbed across the mountaintops, Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules, But baby, I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke, you made me feel like a million bucks,
You do, and I was made for you.


You see the smile thats on my mouth, its hiding the words that don't come out
and all of our friends who think that I am blessed, they don't know my head is a mess,
No they don't know who I really am, and they don't know what I've been through
Like you do, and I was made for you.


All of these lines across my face, tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been, and how I got to how I am
But these stories don't mean anything, if you've got no one to tell them to
Its true, I was made for you.

Its time to tell my story.


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