Girl I Used To Be
I'm sick of counting on my ribs
- I'm sick of counting on my ribs
- Hollowed cheeks I'm paper thin
- Making sure I'm never full
- So I can stay this beautiful
- Traded all my happiness
- For nothing but emptiness
- I'm buried checking off the days
- Young and yet my body aches
- I don't know how much I can take
- I can't go on living this way
- It's time for her to fly away
- Sing something soft and slow
- A song that she used to know
- Lay her down in a bed of roses
- And make sure that lace dress fits
- Make sure her momma knows
- She's taking her pain when she goes
- It's only goodbye for a moment
- So go on and close that lid
- Say goodnight and just let her sleep
- No need to cry for the girl I used to be
- Make the coffin big enough
- To fit the boy she used to love
- Who never loved her half as much
- And tell her that her work is done
- Put the daisies on her chest
- And lay there good rest
- Oh sing something soft and slow
- A song that she used to know
- Lay her down in a bed of roses
- And make sure that lace dress fits
- Make sure her momma knows
- She's taking her pain when she goes
- It's only goodbye for a moment
- So go on and close that lid
- Say goodnight and just let her sleep
- No need to cry for the girl I used to be
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