Take another drink, Friend.

I'll down my cup full of sorrow
And drink my tequila tears until  tomorrow
Because if I don't i'll have to borrow,the gun
And we all know the result of that is no fun
We all know  if i die the devil's won.
And so with that i run, as far from the truth as i can.
For I am nothing but a man
And when a man becomes misery the death of the man is no mystery.
You ask me why i want to die?
And i'll ask you why you want to live?
You're just another problem on this planet earth.
What was the point of  your birth?
To grow up and destroy something beautiful?
Why not destroy something ugly, like yourself.