From The Bottle by Della Mae
Light's low, as the fire dies
My hand upon a pistol
Rests lonely at my side
I'm lost now, my husband out the door
He took the children with him, he can't take it anymore
Said he'd come home
Come back again, if I let the liquor go
But I can't let go my sin
I went to the bottle
And I drank that bottle dry
And I covered up my anger I've frozen up inside
And I opened up that door
And the devil came inside
Lit the fuze, to which my mind is tied
Oh God, I can't feel it anymore
My hand is all a trembling on my stillhouse door
As I walk into her sweet air
Where my heart should be a beating, I can only feel a
tear
And I pray to my god above,
that I'd burn her down to get back the one I love
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