So a red paper bag broke my heart todaynno one knows that it came form your handsnthe blood is still perched by the third letter form the rightnThe red paper bag has been tucked awaynsafe from supply and demandnbut if I dare delight in its beauty I might just keep dying again and againnSo the red paper bag tries to call to menas I tear drowns an ant on the floornI suppose it is worse to indulge in a curse than to fightnBut I'm just abot dead from this tradgedy nor am I she says with a grinnI find out what its worth just by finding out how much it hurtsnand the state I'm in.nI'll just pu the two corners togethernMy soul plays a grave for the nightnas I bury my head in the pillows he saysnPerhaps in another life.n