Paper Bag

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star To pray on, or wish on, or something like that I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had But then the dove of hope began its downward slope And I believed for a moment that my chances Were approaching to be grabbed But as it came down near, so did a weary tear -I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag -Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills Cuz I know Iím a mess he donít wanna clean up I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold -Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb Looking for a little hope Baby said he couldnít stay, wouldnít put his lips to mine, And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope I said, ĎHoney, I donít feel so good, donít feel justified Come on put a little love here in my void,í - he said ĎItís all in your head,í and I said, ĎSoís everythingí - But he didnít get it - I thought he was a man But he was just a little boy -Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills Cuz I know Iím a mess he donít wanna clean up I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold -Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love -Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills Cuz I know Iím a mess he donít wanna clean up I got to fold cuz these hands are too shaky to hold -Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love Back To Site