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 is kind
She is lonely most of the times
She is all of this mixed up & baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone but she used to be mine
It's not simple to say,
Most days I don't recognize me
These shoes and this apron
That place and it's patron
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 centre
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 is kind
She is lonely most of the times
She is all of this mixed up & baked in a beautiful pie
She is gone, but she used to be mine
Used to be mine
~ Chloe Adams
