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 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
It's not simple to say
Most days
I don't recognize me
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
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's all of this mixed up and bathed in a
beautiful pain
She is gone but she used to be mine
She used to be mine
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