She Used To Be Mine (from Waitress The Musical)

It's not simple to say;

most (C)days I don't recognize me with these (Dm)shoes and this apron.

That place and its patrons have (Bb)taken more than I gave them.

(F)It's not easy to know;

I'm not (C)anything like I used to be,

although it's true, I was never attention's sweet center.

(Bb)I still remember that girl:

She's (F)imperfect, but she tries.

She is (C)good,

but she lies.

She is (Dm)hard on herself.

She is (Bb)broken and won't ask for help.

She is (F)messy, but she's kind.

She is (C)lonely

most of the time.

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

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

(F)It's not what I asked for.

Sometimes (C)life just slips in through a back door and (Dm)carves out a person and makes you believe it's all (Bb)true,

and now I've got you.

(F)And you're not what I asked for.

If I'm honest, I know I would give it all back for a (Dm)chance to start over and rewrite an ending or (Bb)two

for the girl that I knew,

who'd be (F)reckless, just enough;

who'd get (C)hurt,

but who learns how to toughen 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 inside her,

growing (A7)stronger each day, till it fin'lly reminds her to (Dm)fight just a little to bring back the fire in her eyes

(Bb)that's been gone,

but used to be (F)mine,

(F)used to be (Dm)mine.

(Bb)She is (F)messy, but she's kind.

She is (C)lonely

most of the time.

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

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