The Script - I'm Yours

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 your 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 healed 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.