Bill Withers

She couldn't stand me anymore
So she just took the kids and went
You see, I've got a drinkin' problem
All the money that we had I spent
Now I must die by my own hand
'Cause I'm not man enough to live alone
She's better off without me
And I'm better off dead now that she's gone
She gave the most, took the least
And she even had the priest come to our home
And I cried and prayed and promised God
That I'd leave the stuff alone