Songs That I Like

She Used To Be Mine ~ From "Waitress"

It's not simple to say,
That most days,
I don't recognize me.
That these shoes, and this apron;
This place and its patrons;
Have taken more,
Then 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,
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.
Well now I've got you.
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 that girl that I knew,
Who was reckless,
Just enough.
Who gets 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,
Getting 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 used to be
Mine.
Ohh, 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.