Sep 09, 2006 02:41
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