It's not simple to say,
Most days I don't
recognize me.
These shoes and this apron,
This place and it's patrons
Have taken more than
I gave them.
It's not easy to know
I'm not anything that
I used to be.
Although it's true,
I was never attention
sweet center
I still remember that girl.
She's imperfect but she tries
She is good but she lies.
She is hard on herself.
She is broken but
won't ask for help.
She is messy but she's kind.
She is lonely most of the time.
She is all of this mixed up
And baked in a beautiful pie.
She is gone but
she used to be mine.
And it's not what
I asked for.
Sometimes life just
slips in through back door
Carves out the person
And makes you believe
it's so true.
And now I've got you.
And you're not what
I asked for.
If I'm honest I know
I would give it all back
For a chance to start over
And rewrite an ending or two
For the girl that I knew.
Who be reckless just enough
Who get hurt but
Who learns how to
toughen up when
she's bruised
And gets used by a
man who can't love
And then she'll get
stuck and be scared
Of the life that's
inside her
Growing stronger each day
'Til it finally reminds her
To fight just a little
To bring back the fire
in her eyes
That's been gone but
it used to be mine.
Used to be mine
She is messy but she's kind
She is lonely most of time
She is all of this
mixed up and baked
in a beautiful pie
She is gone but
she used to be mine.
