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I had a detailed picture,

of who I thought she’d be.

She was nothing that you wanted,

nor posed any threat to me.

A whore, a slut, an easy bitch,

another cheap girl at a bar.

Crazy, clingy, and full of it,

not one to make it very far.

And then I started searching,

just so I could see,

the girl you had to have,

the one you chose instead of me.

If I would have known what I’d find,

I never would have tried.

I was searching for the truth,

in case you may have lied.

Instead I found the answers,

to the questions you left blank.

I found the life of a pretty girl,

and with it, my heart sank.

Now I’ve got a different picture,

floating through my mind.

There’s nothing left for me to wonder,

no assumptions to hide behind.

I wasn’t ready to take this in.

I wasn’t ready to deal.

Now I have a lifetime of details,

and a lifetime to never heal.