I thought I'd finally hit the bottom then fell off another ledge
If falling feels like flying, hell I ain't felt that yet
To tell the truth I don't feel much of nothing
Wasted, waiting on something
I think it's time I talk to Jesus
Tell him exactly how I feel
But the devil in the bottle's
Telling me I never will
Get this voice out of my head
This rope off of my neck
I hope heaven knows I'm running low on faith
And I hate to say I haven't prayed
In quite a while
I've been starting to remember things I never thought I would
Forget the way it felt when life was going good
Been wrong so long it's hard to know what's right
It hurts my eyes to finally see the light
I think it's time I talk to Jesus
Tell him exactly how I feel
But the devil in the bottle's
Telling me I never will
Get this voice out of my head
This rope off of my neck
I hope heaven knows I'm running low on faith
And I hate to say I haven't prayed
So tonight when my knees hit the ground
Don't know what I'll say but I'm pouring it out
I think it's time I talk to Jesus
Tell him exactly how I feel
But the devil's in the bottle
Telling me I never will
Get this voice out of my head
This rope off of my neck
I hope heaven knows I'm running low on faith
And I hate to say I haven't prayed
Oh I hate to say I haven't prayed
In quite a while
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