It’s not sim ple to say;

most (C)days

I don’t rec og nize me with these (Dm)shoes and this a pron.

That place and its pa trons have (Bb)ta ken more

than I gave them.

It’s not eas y to know;

I’m not (C)an y thing

like I used to be, al though it’s true,

I was nev er at ten tion’s sweet cen ter.

(Bb)I still re mem ber that girl:

She’s im (F)per fect,

but she tries.

She is (C)good,

but she lies.

She is (Dm)hard

on her self.

She is (Bb)bro ken and won’t ask for help.

She is (F)mess y,

but she’s kind.

She is (C)lone ly

most of the time.

She is (Dm)all of this, mixed up and baked in a beau ti ful (Bb)pie.

She is gone, but she used to be (F)mine.

It’s not what I asked for.

Some times (C)life

just slips in through a back door and (Dm)carves out a per son and makes you be lieve it’s all (Bb)true,

and now I’ve got you.

And you’re not what I asked for.

If I’m hon est, I know I would give it all back for a (Dm)chance to start o ver and re write an end ing or (Bb)two

for the girl that I knew, who’d be (F)reck less,

just e nough;

who’d get (C)hurt,

but who learns how to tough en up when she’s (Dm)bruised

and gets used by a man who can’t (Bb)love.

And then she’ll get stuck, and be (F)scared

of the life that’s in side her, grow ing (A7)strong er each day, till it fi n’lly re minds her to (Dm)fight just a lit tle to bring back the fire in her eyes

that’s been gone,

but used to be (F)mine,

used to be (Dm)mine.

She is (F)mess y,

but she’s kind.

She is (C)lone ly

most of the time.

She is (Dm)all of this, mixed up and baked in a beau ti ful (Bb)pie.

She is gone, but she used to be (F)mine.