All 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 where I am
But these stories don´t mean anything
when you have got no one to tell them to
and that is you.
You see the smile that is on my mouth
it is hidding the words dont come out
all the friends who think that I'm 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 ....
