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
I'm not anything like I used to be,
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 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
and makes you believe it's all true
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
Who'll be reckless, just enough
but who learns how to toughen up
When she's bruised and gets used by a man
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 bring back the fire in her eyes
That's been gone, but 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
