Scarce to be counted;

She's imperfect but she tries
She is good but she lies
She is hard on herself
She is broken but 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 

Who be reckless just enough
Who can 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