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It's not simple to say
that 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
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,
but she's kind She is lonely most of the time
She's all of this mixed up,
making a beautiful pie
She is good,
but she used to be mine Who be reckless just enough
who get hurt
But who knows how to choven up when she's bruised
And get used by a man who can't love
And then she get stuck and be scared
Of the life that's inside her growing stronger each day
