You pulled Me Out of The Bottle

You Pulled Me Out Of  The Bottle             By Richard Martin   261                                                                                                   

You reached down and pulled me out of the bottle,

where I had sunk as low as a man can go.

You held on to me until I could stand on my own,

And why you bothered, I guess I’ll never know.

For a while I stood on my own and held my head up high,

But again, I started drinking, I have no reason why.

I’m asking once again to hold me, until I can stand on my own,

Where I can see clearly again and I won’t be alone.

I have no right to ask you, you’ve been through this before,

But I can’t make it without you, so I’m asking you once more.

To hold me once again till I can hold my head up high,

I promise this will be the last time, that I’ll ask you to try.

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