terça-feira, 1 de abril de 2008

Paper Bag

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.

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