Dagger to my heart
Look at that cold damp bench
guess what ? that’s my home
A dagger to my heart
that led me to this
The dagger I speak of
my husband put it there
how? I hear you ask
giving his heart to another
my children gone
another empty feeling
where’s my long necked bottled friend ?
that’s sits beside me
on the darken bench
my drug, mu pain relief
Don’t worry about me
I now live in a hazy dream
On this bleak dark bench
A hug from the bottle is all I need
To take the black cloud away
Look at that cold damp bench
guess what ? that’s my home
A dagger to my heart
that led me to this
The dagger I speak of
my husband put it there
how? I hear you ask
giving his heart to another
my children gone
another empty feeling
where’s my long necked bottled friend ?
that’s sits beside me
on the darken bench
my drug, mu pain relief
Don’t worry about me
I now live in a hazy dream
On this bleak dark bench
A hug from the bottle is all I need
To take the black cloud away
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