You touch these tired eyes of mine
And map my face out line by line
And somehow growing old feels fine…
You healed these scars over time
Embraced my soul
You loved my mind
You’re the only angel in my life…
And though my edges may be rough
I 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

~ The Script

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