Used - Lorrie Morgan

Show me a picture of a perfect life

I wanna see it, wanna know what it looks like

Anybody got a grip on life

I wanna know, call me up, tell me what it feels like

I can’t remember what it was to dream

I can’t sleep with my soul so unclean

Gotta wake up, gotta let it go

Maybe I lost my way

Maybe I made mistakes

Who cares, I coulda quit but I didn’t

Maybe I loved too much

Maybe I’ve lost too much

I’m used… But then, who isn’t?

When we talk about the both of us

I feel like an old tire on a street bus

I’m not bitter, but I gotta pull out my pride

Everybody’s got a skeleton

In the closet and you gotta live with them

Feels like a fishhook in my side

REPEAT CHORUS

Maybe I crashed and burned

But look at how much I’ve learned

Well, who cares… I’m livin'

I have to forgive myself

'cause I can’t be no one else

Well, I’m used… But then, who isn’t?

I’m used… But then, who isn’t?