‘(Have To Make You See) What This Means To Me'

I feel like I have so much
Unconditional love
To give
But there's not a soul who'll touch
Me with a hundred-
-Yard stick

And they tell me I'm blind;
That if I had eyes
I'd throw my love to the breeze
Because I can never survive
With love in a life
So loveless and mean

And I'm sorry, ‘cause there's little more degrading
Than navel-gazing –
I concede
And I know my extended elaborating
Must be exasperating
In the extreme

But I just need to make you realize
And I just have to make you see
If it's the last thing I do in my sad excuse for a life
What this means to me

I am so full of the stuff
They say there's not enough
Of in the world
So, where does it all end up?
Will it be forever pent up
Inside this girl?

And they say I should be certified;
That if I were sound of mind,
I would gladly see
Something this beautiful die…
And then they tell me I
Sound like a priest

And I'm sorry, ‘cause there's nothing more oppressive
Than self-obsession –
Guilty!
I guess the catalyst for my confession
Is plain depression
Beyond belief

But I just need to make you realize
And I just have to make you see
If it's the last thing I do in my sad excuse for a life
What this means to me

And I just have to make you see
What this means to me.

 

© M.A.Tovey 2011