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Sonata for Trombone

de Paul Hindemith

It's not simple to say
That most days I don't recognize me
This face and reflection
Those lines with perfections
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
I still remember that boy

He's imperfect, but he tries
He is good, but he lies
He is hard on himself
He is broken and won't ask for help
He is messy, but he's kind
He is lonely most of the time
He is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
He is gone, but he used to be mine

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
Well, I guess that was 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 boy that I knew

Who'll be reckless, just enough
Who'll get hurt, but who learns how to toughen up
When he's bruised and gets used by a man who can't love
And then he'll get stuck
And be scared of the life that's inside him
Growing stronger each day till it finally reminds him
To fight just a little, to bring back the fire in his eyes
That's been gone, but used to be mine

Used to be mine
He is messy, but he's kind
He is lonely most of the time
He is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie
He is gone, but he used to be mine

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