Dian

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Paper Bag

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,
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up,

I got to fold 'cause 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 couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope,
I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified,
Come on put a little love here in my void,' he said,

'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything',
But he didn't 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,
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up,
I got to fold 'cause 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,
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up,
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold,
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love.

by Fiona Apple

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Im Dian.
A hopeless romantic Creative Designer and spend my time a lot at Creative Tomato,
Petaling Jaya,
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