Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills.
‘Cause I know I’m a mess he don’t wann to clean up.
I got to fold cause these hands are just to shaky to hold.
Hunger hurts, but starving hurts, when it costs to much to love.
‘Cause I know I’m a mess he don’t wann to clean up.
I got to fold cause these hands are just to shaky to hold.
Hunger hurts, but starving hurts, when it costs to much to love.
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| — | Fiona Apple, “Paper Bags” (via deadbeauti) |
