The great lie of this song is that the person who has been with you and grown with you-- the person that you were made for-- already knows your stories. And your stories don't mean anything if you can't tell them, and you can't tell them to the person who lived through them with you.
The great lie of this song is that the person who has been with you and grown with you-- the person that you were made for-- already knows your stories. And your stories don't mean anything if you can't tell them, and you can't tell them to the person who lived through them with you.