She Used To Be Mine - Chloe Adams

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 is 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

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’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 is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie

She is gone, but she used to be mine

She is messy, but she’s kind

She is lonely most of the time

She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie

She is gone, but she used to be mine