It's not simple to say. Most days I don't recognize me. These shoes and this apron. That place and it's patrons. Have taken more than I gave them. It's not easy to know. I'm not anything that I used to be although it's true. I was never attention 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. And it's not what I asked for. Sometimes life just slips in through back door. And carves out the person. And makes you believe it's so 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 be reckless just enough. Who get hurt. But who learns how to toughen up. When she's bruised. And gets used by a man who can't love. And then she'll get stuck. And be scared. Of the life that's inside her. Growing stronger each day. Til it finally reminds her. To fight just a little. To bring back the fire in her eyes. That's been gone but it 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