Tears by my bedside.

The teardrops  by my side.

Why do you sit by my bedside in tears, pain, and sorrow? When you know it's my turn to die? You spend all day, but there is no pay. Where I'm going, there is no fee, and it's free. I feel the pain, tears, and sorrows for you, not me. Yet you still don't get it. Where I'm going is better than where you are now. Just say goodbye, go for a ride, and buy a six-pack. When you come back, I will be home. And I hope you are not alone. Go home and drink the beer, and all your tears and fears of pain will all disappear. I will always be near; there is nothing else to fear. Please save me a beer.