Hunger hurts, but starving works...

... when it costs too much to love

Últimamente pienso en él.
En la poca importancia que le di en su momento,
en lo poco que le he recordado,
y precisamente por eso,
en lo importante que fue.
Él fue decisivo.
Él me hizo tomar el camino difícil,
me hizo ver lo sucia que podía llegar a sentirme si seguía lo trazado.
Me hizo sentir la necesidad apremiante de ser honesta conmigo misma y vivir la vida a mi manera, porque la sola idea de verme al cabo de unos años viviendo a su lado, con niños, me horrorizaba.
Así que gracias, B.
Fue difícil, muy difícil dejarte.
Me arrepentí muchas veces.
Pero después de todo lo que he vivido,
de todo lo que he sentido y he tenido la suerte de tener,
sólo puedo darte las gracias.

Gracias por ofrecerme tu convencionalidad y hacerme ver que nunca sería feliz contigo.
Pero te quise, de algún modo, no lo dudes.

Y ésta es tu canción:

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
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

Chorus x2

Fiona Apple - Paper Bag

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* Paper Bag - Fiona Apple