Sorrows of the Broken Valentine

Why is it when the world is in love
I'd rather face death from above
Or die by falling out of the tub
Even drink myself to death in an irish pub
Or get beaten to death by bouncers at a club
Or drown in a leaking sub
Falling off the rail
Bones broken by hail
Get lost on a hiking trail
Crush it with a broken scale
Even have a stake for my heart to impale
I'd even take the bullet in the heart
But that's only a start
Valentines is sorrow
I don't hope to see tomorrow