It’s not simple to say
That most days I don’t recognize me,
That these shoes and this apron,
This place and its patrons
Have taken more than I gave them.
It’s not easy to know
I’m not anything like I used to be
Although it’s true
I was never attention’s 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 and 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.
It’s not what I asked for,
Sometimes life just slips in through a backdoor
And carves out a person
And makes you believe it’s all 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’ll be reckless just enough,
Who’ll get hurt, but learns how to toughen up,
When she’s bruised and gets used
By a man who can’t love
And then she’ll stuck and be scared
Of the life that’s inside her
Growing stronger each day
Till it finally reminds her
To fight just a little,
To bring back the light in her eyes
That’s been gone, but used to be mine,
Used to be mine.
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.
