You really knows me

All of the 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.
You see the smile that's on my mouth,
It's hiding the words that don't come out,
And all of our 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,
baby you're the one how really knows me!