F _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
It's not simple to say that
C most days I don't recognize me.
Dm These shoes and this apron, that place and its patrons.
Bb Have taken more than I gave them.
It's
F _ _ not easy to know _
C I'm not anything.
Like I used to be, although
Dm it's true.
I was never _ attention's sweet center.
Bb I still remember that girl _ .
F She's imperfect, but she tries.
She
C is good, but she lies _ .
Dm She is hard on herself _ .
Bb She is broken and won't ask for help _ .
F She is messy, _ but she's kind.
She
C is lonely _ most of the time.
Dm She is all of this mixed up and baked in a
Bb beautiful pie.
_ She is gone, but she
F used to be _ _ mine _ _ _ .
_ It's not what I asked for.
C Sometimes light just slips in through a back door.
Dm And carves out a person and makes you believe it's
Bb all true.
_ _ Now I've got you,
F and you're not what I asked for.
Dm If
A I'm honest I know I would give it all back.
Dm For a chance to start over and rewrite _
Bb what's true.
For the girl that I knew,
F who'd be reckless just enough _ .
C Who'll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up
Dm when she's bruised.
And gets used by a man who
Bb can't love.
And then she'll get stuck
F and be scared.
Of the life that's inside her,
A growing stronger each day.
Till it finally reminds her
Dm to fight just a little.
To bring back the fire
Bb _ _ _ that's been gone.
Who used
F to be mine _ _ _ _ _ _ .
A _ _ _ _ _ _ Used to
Dm be _ mine _ _ _ .
Bb She _ _ _ _ _ _
F is messy, but she's kind.
She
C is lonely _ most of the time.
She
Dm is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful
Bb pie.
_ She is gone,
F but she used to be mine _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .