She Used to Be Mine

It's notsimpleto say That most days I don'trecognizeme Thattheseshoes and this apron Thatplaceand its patrons Havetakenmore than I gave them It's not easy to know I'm notanythinglike I used be,althoughit's true I wasneverattention'ssweetcenter Istillremember that girl She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She isbrokenand won't ask for help She is messy, but she's kind She islonelymost of the time She is all of thismixedup andbakedin abeautifulpie She is gone, but she used to be mine It's not what Iaskedfor Sometimes life justslipsinthrougha back door Andcarvesout apersonandmakesyoubelieveit's all true And now I've got you And you're not what Iaskedfor If I'm honest, I know Iwouldgive it all back For achancetostartover andrewriteanendingor two For the girl that I knew Who'll be reckless, just enough Who'll get hurt, but wholearnshow totoughenup When she'sbruisedand gets used by a man who can't love And then she'll get stuck And bescaredof the life that'sinsideher Growingstrongereach day 'til itfinallyreminds her Tofightjust a little, tobringback the fire in her eyes That's been gone, but used to be mine Used to be mine She is messy, but she's kind She islonelymost of the time She is all of thismixedup andbakedin abeautifulpie She is gone, but she used to be mine