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 to, it's true
You see the smile that's on my mouth, it's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is in a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through,
Like you do......
(By Brandi Carlile)
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