But these stories don't mean anything,
When you've got no one to tell them to,
It's true... I was made for you.

- Brandi Carlile

( The Story: Part III )

You see the smile that's on my mouth,
It's hiding the words that don't come out,
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed,
They don't know my head is a mess.

- Brandi Carlile

( The Story: Part II )

All of these 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.

- Brandi Carlile

( The Story: Part I )