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Dark and made
(Billy Bob Thornton/Marty Stuart)
Why is this window so dirty and grey? I can't see you through it any more It may be the smoke, it's hard to say The fact is this place has too many doors I can't find a handle on any of them Maybe I see one but I don't want to turn it What if I did and it opened on him? Ain't truth a bitch when you're having to learn it? Before a heart breaks it has to bend It's the last one to know when love comes to an end And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad Watching me dark and mad Watching me dark and mad This cigarette burns like the pain in my soul When the fire gets too hot, the ash turns to coal The smoke tells a story that's sad but it's true It turns into a ghost that looks just like you But I close my eyes and I silently scream My mind comes and goes, it drifts and it dreams The cold hand of death is welcome and warm It's the essence of love in its darkest form Before a heart breaks it has to bend It's the last one to know when love comes to an end And here I sit, crazy, lonesome and sad Watching me dark and mad Watching me dark and mad Watching me dark and mad Watching me dark and mad