It's not simple to say that most days I don't recognize me But 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 But I still remember that girl She is messy, what she's got She is lonely, most of the time She's all of this mixed up back in a beautiful bag She is gone, but she used to be mine Who'll be reckless, just enough Who'll get hurt, but who knows how To chop it up when she's loose I'm getting used by a man who can't love And then she gets stuck, I'm being scared I know that I'm just inside her, growing stronger each day So I finally remind her to fight just a little To bring back the fire in her eyes That's been gone, but used to be mine Used to be mine She is messy, what she's got She is lonely, most of the time She's all of this mixed up back in a beautiful bag She is gone, but she used to be mine *