'Tis was after that 'un glass
she got stuck to the wine
anytime she would undress
for the taste wasn't ephemeral
it came to stay like a man in love
all the days prior she had been sipping
with all fear and no feeling
with tears and no happiness
with great hatred and wrath
it was blend in taste,
sour more than the lemon
you thinking whiskey - no,

when she finally got off the chains
her eyes could see nevertheless,
it was ending
she wasn't drifting just getting close
more attached she was becoming,
the...