She Used to be Mine

"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’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 but won’t ask for help.

She is messy but she’s kind.
She is lonely most of the time.
She all of the 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 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 rewrite an ending or two,
For the girl that I knew.
Who’ll be reckless just enough
Who’ll 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
Till 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 the time.
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie.
She is gone, but she used to be mine.”

Sara Bareilles - She Used to be Mine