The story...

This tittle might be misleading, yet I use it to give relevance to the song that was the soundtrack of my walk home. Yesterday's day had less impact on me than expected, if any at all, yes I know you are not aware, I had some notes on my PhD report which from perspective where mostly right, but not nice to hear. Today I've figured that regardless of that, or any work stuff, I'll be OK, how cool is that?
So I was walking home, cold in my face, deserted university, the silence of the night, the dim street lights lights, the trees, maybe nature itself... And I started to hear this song, this perfect song, the song that made me smile at the truth and yet be glad to be me.
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, you do...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, 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.



Sorry for the trick to get you to read the lyric, I am not that deep ;).All in all I still have a smirk in my face, go figure...