The Wrong Questions Existing

wishin money grew on trees
cuz u said if i had some ud want me
but im wondering when a love like that will ever be real
and if i must feel like this
then id rather miss you
than be be faced with fake kisses
and whispered i love yous
and who am i?
to turn down love.
as tho it flows freely.
who am i
to be picky?
but at the same time
who are u
to make me feel like i am anything
less
than a blessing
and i think i am...
but i used to know
and who are you
to cause me to question myself
and what was i thinking?
to make believe
and play this role
knowing every second the toll itd take
on my being
and who am i
to believe that i had enough to give more than all of me
when i couldnt even be happy
with you
when i did
and who are you
to behave as though i gave you anything
that niggas wouldnt beg for
get down and their knees
and pray to god for
a spirit like mine to even be in their lives
let alone want their time
they dream of a love like mine.
and who am i
to forget that
who am i to let who you are
make my life so hard
time and time again
and who are you to declare me as anything but a star
cuz i shined my light on you
and u said loved me too...
but who am i
to be loved by you
im missing out on something
but ill never have a clue
and ill always wonder who
you are...
but i understand
just who i am
and these hands
are made to hold
and these cheeks
are for smiles
these lips are to kiss
this love
a security blanket to miss
and who are you
to call me useless
when i got all this
but who am i
to determine
what love is to you
all i know
is:
if god intended for my love to be measured by
what i have in my pockets
rather than
what im doing
when i take my pants off
then money wouldnt be the root of all evil
and forgive the underlying innuendo
im not talking about sex lol