She Used To Be Mine
It’s not simple to say,
that most days I don’t recognize me
Though I’m no pregnant waitress with an abusive husband, the song, “She Used To Be Mine,” from the Broadway Musical Waitress, moves me to tears every time I listen to it. When I am out driving by myself, I will put this song on repeat and BELT out the lyrics.
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
Is it bad that I’m singing it in my head as I type it out? While I may not be the character this song was written for, there are aspects of the song that really hit home with me.
I would definitely recommend giving the song a listen!