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,
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.