Shitty end

My friend, there is a story of a man Who's never been to any country, Who's never tried to make his plans, Who's always drunk as hell on Sundays. This man, as it supposed to be, lives in a gloomy empty world without a dream, got curled, constantly raising the degree. Long time he thinks his soul is done. He's lost in hell of shitty world. He's afraid, he wants to run And all at once his eyes get blurred. He's blind, he's dumb, he takes the gun with screaming soul inside his head. He shoots. The bottle won. Soul's getting white but body's red.