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.
-I’m Yours, The Script
This song is one of those songs which has the ability to make me feel relax and sad at the same time. The combination of the song’s melancholic melody and right-on lyrics unconsciously makes me think about how my life could have been had I been less insecure and more confident of myself. Yeah, I know. It’s kind of emo-ish, but what the heck. I’m sure you’ll like this song, too!
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