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An online diary of someone who tends to forget easily.

I'm Yours



I'M YOURS
The Script

You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine
I listen close for I'm not smart 
You wrap you thoughts in works of art 
And they're hanging on the walls of my heart 

I may not have the softest touch 
I may not say the words as such 
And though I may not look like much 
I'm yours 
And though my edges may be rough 
And never feel I'm quite enough 
It may not seem like very much 
But I'm yours 

You heeled these scars over time
Embraced my soul 
You loved my mind
You're the only angel in my life
The day news came my best friend died 
My knees went weak and you saw me cry 
Say I'm still the soldier in your eyes 

I may not have the softest touch 
I may not say the words as such 
And though I may not look like much 
I'm yours 
And though my edges may be rough 
And never feel I'm quite enough 
It may not seem like very much 
But I'm yours 

I may not have the softest touch 
I may not say the words as such 
I know I don't fit in that much
But I'm yours



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