The Script - I'm Yours

You've touched these tired eyes of mine

And mapped my face line by line

And some how growing old feels fine

I listen close for I'm not smart

You wrap your thoughts and works of art

And there 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 edge is maybe rough

I never feel I'm quite enough

And it may not seem like very much

But I'm yours.

You healed these scars over time

And braced my soul, you loved my mind

Your the only angel in my life

The day the 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 edge is maybe rough

I never feel I'm quite enough

And 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

And though I don't fit in that much

But I'm yours.