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...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
Because even when I was flat broke
You 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 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
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...I was made for you
The Story, by Brandi Carlile
STRESS AND THE CITY - Living in a big City can be fantastic but also overwhelming. Since I moved to London, I've been living some of the most challenging moments of my Life. I'm bringing my experience of moving here alone, with nothing but the certainty of how much I wanted to stay and develop myself here. My posts will touch thoughts, personal and professional experiences, failure and success, new and old friends and how much all this is shaping the person I'm becoming.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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