I Know This Hurts, it Was Meant to.

“Can’t buy me love”,

Does that ring a bell?

The Beatles sang it,

So you should know it well.

 

Those words are the

Story of my young life.

For some reason you seem to think

You can pay away all my strife.

 

Your money means nothing

In my dismal world of pain.

Your money cannot buy

Sunshine through the pouring rain.

 

When will you

Turn around to see

Just what it is

That you’re doing to me?

 

Will you ever understand

That my love cannot be bought?

Or is it a lesson that, as a child,

You were never taught?

 

I know it must be hard to be

A ‘loving parent’ all the time,

But why do you always pretend to be someone else’s

And never mine?

 

I have never understood

Your definition of ‘love’ and ‘affection’

I think I’d feel more at home

Getting a lethal injection.

 

You’ve never known

Anything about me.

I’ve been living a lie

And you refuse to see.

 

Each time I share

A piece of myself with you,

You just ignore everything –

I guess you don’t know what else to do.

 

But when the day comes

That I am gone,

For you to finally understand,

I don’t think it’ll take long.

 

You’ll finally see that your money

Can’t buy you love,

But by then it’ll be too late -

My spirit will be represented by a white dove.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel19November 2007