Saturday, January 24, 2009

This helps me accept Aging


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 where I am
But these stories don’t mean anything

When you’ve got no one to tell them toIt’s true…I was made for you
I climbed across the mountain tops

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

Oh, because even when I was flat brokeYou made me feel like a million bucks

Yeah you do and I was made for you
You see the smile that’s on my mouth

Is hiding the words that don’t come out
And all of my friends who think that I’m blessedThey 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 and you do

And I was made for you…
Brandi Carlile

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