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've got to where I am
Oh__but these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
Like I do
I was made for you
You see the smile that cross my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
Now all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They didn't know my head was 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...
You know that's true...
That I was made for you