She Used to Be Mine

Sara Bareilles

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It's not simple to say That most days, I don't recognize me That these shoes and this apron That place and its 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'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 And 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'd be reckless just enough Who'd 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 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

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La chanson explore les sentiments de désillusion et de perte de soi. La narratrice se rend compte qu'elle a évolué d'une manière qui la rend méconnaissable, ayant sacrifié sa propre identité pour les obligations de la vie quotidienne. Elle se remémore la jeune fille qu’elle était, remplie d'innocence et d'espoir, mais qui a été confrontée à des épreuves et à des déceptions. Malgré ses imperfections et ses luttes, elle a toujours essayé de rester gentille, même si elle se sent souvent seule et en désordre. Cette réflexion sur le changement et le chemin parcouru trouve un écho dans les expériences de nombreuses personnes qui, face aux défis de la vie, se sentent parfois perdues et souhaitent retrouver leur étincelle d'autrefois.

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