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 too hopeless to be hadBut then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grand
But as it came down near, so did a weary tearI thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bagHunger 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 loveAnd 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,
He fail in kisses, I failed to copeI 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 itI thought he was a man but he was just a little boyHunger 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 loveHunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills
'cause I know I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to loveHunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills
Because I know that I'm a mess that he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving, it works when it costs too much to love
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