*Singing* It's not simple to say
that most days I don't recognize me,
that these shoes and this apron
that 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,
but 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.
And it's not what I asked for,
sometimes life just slips in
through a back door,
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 re-write an ending or two,
for the girl that I knew.
Who'd be reckless, just enough
Who'd 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.
Oh, it used to be mine
She is messy, but she's kind.
She is lonely
most of the time.
She's all of this mixed up
and baked in a beautiful pie.
She is gone,
but she used to be
mine.
*click click*
*Guitar music*
I accidentally got a cup of tea