This Isn’t Meant To Be
I Don’t Get Up Till 5:30
October 24, 2008
Written By: Rose Marie Rideout

I know, what am I doing up at two,
Can’t seem to rest, don’t know what to do.
Didn’t want to wake hubby, he has to work,
I’ll just stay home do housework and cook.

Take a few pain pills, give my hips a little heat,
When I suffer in pain, can’t stay off my feet.
Can’t sit or lay or rest through the night,
Just want to cry but that don’t make it right.

He never caught me as I slipped out of bed,
That really bothers him, my pain he dreads.
There’s nothing he can do for how I hurt you see,
Just hold me and love me patiently.

I know what hurts him is to see me in pain,
But getting upset with himself has nothing to gain.
Just let me be, for I know what I have to do,
Put rub on my hips, take pain pills two by two.

I’ll catch up on rest through the day,
While others are at work and play.
I dread for the weather to turn damp and cold,
That’s when I hurt, feel worn and old.

I can’t try to sneak back to our bed tonight,
Can’t rest on the couch, that isn’t right.
Soon he will notice that I am gone,
He’ll find me and take me to where I belong.

It’s now almost three in the morning,
I’ll suffer today, my pain is my warning.
I hate to complain but what can one do,
Put rub on my hips, take pain pills two by two.