注释:
It's
not
sim-
ple
to
say;
most
days
I
don't
rec-
og-
nize
me
with
these
shoes
and
this
a-
pron.
That
place
it's
pa-
-trons
have
tak-
en
more
than
I
gave
them.
eas-
y
know;
I'm
not
an-
y-
thing
like
used
to
be,
al-
though
it's
true,
I
was
nev-
er
at-
ten-
tion
sweet
cen-
ter.
I
still
re-
-mem-
ber
that
girl.
She's
im-
per-
fect,
but
she
tries.
She
is
good,
but
she
lies.
She
is
hard
on
her-
self.
She
is
bro-
ken
and
won't
ask
for
help.
She
is
mess-
y,
she's
kind.
She
is
lone-
ly
most
of
the
time
She
all
of
this,
mixed
up
and
baked
in
a
beau-
ti
ful
pie
is
gone,
but
she
used
to
be
mine.
And
what
I
asked
for.
Some-
times
life
just
slips
in
through
back-
door
and
carves
out
a
per-
son
makes
you
be-
lieve
it's
all
true.
And
now
I've
got
you.
you're
not
I
If
I'm
hon-
est
know
would
give
it
all
back
for
a
chance
to
start
o-
ver
re-
write
and
end-
ing
or
two
for
the
girl
that
I
knew,
who'd
be
reck-
less,
just
e-
nough;
who'd
get
hurt,
but
who
learns
how
to
tough-
en
up
when
bruised
and
gets
used
a
man
who
can't
love.
then
she'll
stuck,
be
scared
of
life
that's
in-
side
her,
grow-
ing
strong-
er
each
day
'till
it
fi-
na-
lly
re-
minds
her
fight
just
lit-
tle
bring
back
the
fire
her
eyes
that's
been
gone,
but
used
to
mine...
Used
mess-
y,
time.
is
all
ti-
pie.
but
to
be
mi-
ne...