the story

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where Ive been
And how Ive got to where I am
Oh__but these stories dont mean anything
When youve 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 dont come out
Now all of my friends who think that Im blessed
They didnt know my head was a mess
No, they dont know who I really am
And they dont know what Ive been through like you do
And I was made for you...
You know thats true...
That I was made for you