Money Cant Buy Happiness

There they sit
Silently on the table before you
Fake happiness, you know it’s true
Happiness is a medicine
Is that even possible?
No, it doesn’t seem like it should be
Happiness is something you should feel
It shouldn’t be something you can buy by the bottle
So unsure of whether, you want it or not
You sigh and go on with the rest of your morning
You hate that stupid fake happiness, it’s so corny.
Mother always said money can’t buy happiness.
As you feel the fake happiness
And see it in your mind another day, another day of loneliness.
Your whole world is just a big mess.
You do everything the same
It’s almost like a stupid game
And yet, you take the fake happiness,
You let it into yourself
You let it help you free your mind
Of anything that would make you commit suicide.
They are those tiny pills
That does so much to you.
They are happiness by the bottle
And they make you want to puke.
Money Can Buy
A job, but not accomplishment.
A house, but not a home.
A pet, but not a friend.
Medicine, but not health.
Decorations, but not happiness.
A ring, but not love.
A book, but not a story.
An education, but not knowledge.
Glasses, but not sight.
Toys, but not fun.
Clothes, but not beauty.
A piano, but not a song.
Paper and pencil, but not words.
A bed, but not sleep.
Food, but not a meal.
A window, but not a view.
Money is the car, but not the driver.