♪ ♪ WAINWRIGHT: 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 like I used to be.

♪ ♪ Although it's true.

♪ I was never attention's sweet center.

♪ ♪ Still I 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.

(audience cheering and applause) ♪ BAREILLES: It's not what I asked for.

♪ ♪ Sometimes life ♪ just slips in through a back door.

♪ ♪ 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... ♪ ♪ BOTH: Who was reckless just enough.

♪ ♪ Who got 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... (vocalizing) ♪ BAREILLES: She is messy but she's kind.

♪ ♪ WAINWRIGHT: She is lonely most of the time.

♪ ♪ BOTH: She is all of this mixed up ♪ ♪ and baked in a beautiful pie.

♪ ♪ BAREILLES: She is gone ♪ but she used to be... ♪ BOTH: Mine.

♪♪ (audience cheering and applause)