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.

And 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.

Oh, 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.

[ El hambre duele, y lo quiero tanto, oh que me mata,

porque sé que soy un desastre que él no quiere limpiar.

Debo doblarlas, porque estas manos estás demasiado temblorosas para agarrar.

El hambre duele, pero no comer funciona, cuando cuesta demasiado amar. ]