Brandi Carlile - The Story

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I 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
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
And baby I broke them all for you
Oh because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
You do
And I was made for you

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 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

All of these lines across my face          [...Aaaaah]
Tell you the story of who I am             [Aaaaah]
So many stories of where I been            [Aaaaah]
And how I got to where I am                [Aaa-aah]
Oh but these stories don't mean anything   [Aaa-aah]
When you've got no one to tell them to     [Aaa-aah]
It's true                                  [Aaa-aah]
I was made for you                         [Aaaaah]

Oh yeah well it's true
That I was made for you


REASON:
When you look at someone, you can guess what they've gone through in life.  You can 
guess all their stories based solely off of their facial features.  The eyes are a 
gateway into one's soul.  There's a story behind every scar.  Life is a series of 
stories and chapters.  I remember I used to have the thought "Thus ends another 
chapter of our lives" back in highschool after each year and each 'monumental' 
moment (getting my first job, first date, driving, etc...).  Sometimes these 
chapters close without you realizing it, sometimes an entire story of your life 
comes to a close with just a sigh.  I've spent this month between the pages of my 
life, and I've had plenty of time to reflect on it all.  It's true that all your 
life stories don't matter much when you don't have anyone to tell them to.  Quite 
simply, I miss my friends.  Even when we weren't on the best of terms, they were 
always there for me.  Someone -always- had my back.  Now I'm off on my own and all I 
have to keep in contact with them is my phone and the internet and the rare trip 
home.  I've begun to realize the cost of the dream.  At the same time though, I'm 
completely, deeply in love, and I wouldn't give that up for the world.  Call it 
fate, destiny, soul mates, whatever you want, that's what I believe it is.  I just 
wish my friends were here.