I’m an undiscovered treasure waiting to be found. I’m right in reach, but you won’t turn around.

I have so many qualities that you would adore, but you like misery and pacing the floor.

I’m like a jewelry box; waiting to be opened, you miss out on me, while thinking you’re coping.

My inner light, it shines so bright, I’m not Misses Wrong, I’m Misses Right.

You think my affections that I have for you will allow you to treat me like a comfortable shoe.
How wrong you are and let’s get it right, baby I’ll be long gone, and way out of sight.

I don’t have stupid written on my head.
So let’s put this stupid thought to bed.
I must admit I think you are great, but no longer on you am I willing to wait.

I’m going to pack my love up cause I’m ready to go, have to do what I must, and do what I know.
I’m going to find my dream mate, who’s waiting for me, because of my inner beauty they will see.

So as I said, and I’ll say it again, you’ll never know what might have been.

And I’m just …. “Being realistic”!