"L" as in "laundry"

defluo{BDOC} Hunger hurts but starving works -



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, but 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 because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

Oh hunger 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

BDOC - Oh how I love you, and hate you
For this simple way I let you
Touch me where it hurts so badly
No one is allowed to look.

Fiona said it best: "Heaven help me for the way I am…"

defluo{BDOC} מה שלא יקרה יהיה אחרת - אולי בעצם בלוג בתוך בלוג בתוך בלוג.
קמתי היום בשבע וחצי כמו פנתרה ואני רוצה למות.
אני מכורה מכורה מכורה! עצה?

BDOC - ספרי את זה לברכה, היא עצמה גילתה בשעות האחרונות שילוב של זוועה ואושר מהו.
עצה? allways wear sunscreen, ונשימות עמוקות, לאט לאט...
אם יהיו תובנות נוספות אודיע מיד.