When will I be compensated?
For all the years I love you.
When will I be appreciated?
For all the things I've done for you.

Sure love shouldn't be measure in money.
Altho' it sometimes does.
Sure it should be treasured more.
But people see riches over love.

The one emotion that's totally free.
Seems to require us charge for everything.

A penny for a thought.
A nickel for a kiss.
And a quarter for a hug.
And mutiple dollars for it all.

We laugh when those that rich falls apart.
Love seems to be a fantasy of a dream.
When they start heading for a divorce.

Because before the papers are ever signed.
They starts to divide almost everything.

So
When will I be compensated.
Just being in love.
Is worth paying me.

It's a earned benefit.
A deep investment.
We have bonds.
We have stocks.
And like Wall Street investments.
Sometimes love just drops.

And it's even worse.
When it was bought in the first place.