Every line on my face, is a line from my songEach one tells a story, some short some longSome I put there by myself, some I got on loanSome belong to you dear, theyâve grown since youâvebeen goneAinât no telling what Iâd look likeOr how this song would soundIf I had only smiled moreAnd youâd never come aroundIâve had my share of troublesBut I had dreams sure come trueI got a dose of both when I got youEvery line on my face is a line from this songNow the mirror tells the tale, and the mirrorâs never wrongThis one hereâs a wild horse raceAnd this oneâs from barb wireAnd the difference of opinion, singing in a midnight choirThese here caused from worry, this oneâs from a fallThese two are broken heartsAnd thereâs some I donât recall