She used to be mine Увеличить шрифт Уменьшить шрифт Я была ею It’s not simple to say That most days I don’t recognize me, That these shoes and this apron, This 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, 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.
It’s not what I asked for, Sometimes life just slips in through a backdoor And carves out a person And makes you believe it’s all true. And now I’ve got you. And you’re not what I asked for. If I’m honest, I know I would give it all back For a chance to start over, And rewrite an ending or two For the girl that I knew
Who’ll be reckless just enough, Who’ll get hurt, but learns how to toughen up, When she’s bruised and gets used By a man who can’t love And then she’ll stuck and be scared Of the life that’s inside her Growing stronger each day Till it finally reminds her To fight just a little, To bring back the light in her eyes That’s been gone, but used to be mine, 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.
Не так просто рассказать, Что бывают дни, когда я не узнаю себя, Что эти туфли и этот фартук, Это место и его постоянные клиенты Взяли больше, чем я дала им. Не так просто признать, Что я не та, кем была раньше, Хотя не поспоришь, Я никогда не была центром всеобщего внимания, Но я все еще помню ту девушку.
Она не идеальна, но она старается. Она хорошая, хотя не всегда говорит правду. Она многого требует от себя. Она сломлена и не попросит о помощи. Она неряшлива, но она добра. Она почти всегда одинока. Она – все это, замешанное и Запеченное в прекрасный пирог. Я когда-то была ею, а теперь ее нет.
Я не просила этого, Иногда жизнь просто утекает через заднюю дверь А тебе дает человека И заставляет верить ему. А вот теперь еще ты. И о тебе я не просила. Если совсем честно, Я отдала бы все, что у меня теперь есть, За возможность начать сначала И переписать пару концовок За ту девушку, которой я была.
Она была бы в меру безрассудной, Несмотря на боль, она научилась бы Стоять за себя, когда ее бьет, когда ее использует Человек, неспособный на любовь. А потом она бы застряла и испугалась Новой жизни внутри нее, Которая все набирает силу, Чтобы однажды заставить Побороться еще и еще чуть-чуть, Чтобы вернулся огонь в ее глазах, Тот, которого нет, но который был у меня, Когда-то был у меня.
Она неряшлива, но она добра. Она почти всегда одинока. Она – все это, замешанное и Запеченное в прекрасный пирог. Я когда-то была ею, а теперь ее нет. She used to be mine Increase font Reduce font I was her It’s not simple to say That most days I don’t recognize me, This shoes This place and its patrons Have taken them. It’s not easy to know I’m not anything like I used to be Although it’s true Sweet center, I still remember that girl.
She’s imperfect but she 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 the lonely most of the time. She is all of this mixed up And baked in a beautiful pie. She is gone, but she used mine.
It’s not what I asked for, Sometimes life just slips in through a backdoor And carves out a person And make it true. And now I’ve got you. And you’re not what I asked for. If I honest, I know I would give it all back For a chance to start over, And rewrite an ending or two For the girl that I knew
Who’ll be reckless just enough Who’ll get hurt, but learns how to toughen up, When she’s bruised and gets used By a man who can’t love She’ll stuck and be scared That’s inside of life Growing stronger each day Till it finally reminds her To fight just a little, To bring back light in her eyes That’s been gone, but used to be mine, Used to be mine.
She is messy, but she’s kind. She is the lonely most of the time. She is all of this mixed up And baked in a beautiful pie. She is gone, but she used mine.
Not easy to tell What are the days when I don't recognize myself, What are these shoes and this apron, This place and its regular customers They took more than I gave them. Not easy to admit That I'm not the same person I was before Although you can not argue I have never been the center of attention But I still remember that girl.
She is not perfect, but she tries. She is good, although not always telling the truth. She demands a lot from herself. She is broken and will not ask for help. She is sloppy, but she is kind. She is almost always alone. She is all that, mixed up and Baked in a lovely cake. I once was it, but now it is not.
I did not ask for it, Sometimes life just flows through the back door. Gives you a man And makes believe him. And now you are. And I didn’t ask about you. To be honest I would give everything I have now, For the opportunity to start over And rewrite a couple of endings For the girl I was.
She would be moderately reckless Despite the pain, she would learn Stand up for yourself when it hits, when it uses A man incapable of love. And then she would be stuck and scared New life inside her, Which is gaining strength, To force one day Fight more and more, To return the fire in her eyes, The one that is not, but which was with me, Once was with me.
She is sloppy, but she is kind. She is almost always alone. She is all that, mixed up and Baked in a lovely cake. I once was it, but now it is not.