So a red paper bag broke my heart today

No one knows that it came form your hands

The blood is still perched by the third letter form the right

The red paper bag has been tucked away

Safe from supply and demand

but if I dare delight in its beauty I might just keep dying again and again

So the red paper bag tries to call to me

As I tear drowns an ant on the floor

I suppose it is worse to indulge in a curse than to fight

But I'm just abot dead from this tradgedy 

Or am I she says with a grin

I find out what its worth just by finding out how much it hurts

And the state I'm in.

I'll just pu the two corners together

My soul plays a grave for the night

As I bury my head in the pillows he says

Perhaps in another life.