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
|
|
-----------------
|
She Used To Be Mine
|
| Sara Bareilles |
