Vodka shot to deadly shot

He goes to the drawer and savages around
When he herd the sound of metal hit the ground.
There it was, what he was looking for
The key of death, the key to the door.
He opens the cabinet door and pulls out a bottle
Drink enough and your in full throttle.
He takes one shot and hates the taste
He'll get ust to it, theres no time to waste.
He takes another and still doesn't like it
He still keeps drinking bit after bit
Hes feeling dizzy he can hardly stand
With a vodka and a shot glass in each hand
He decides once more to go through his drawer
Looked and looked but couldn't find more
Then a picture that he never wanted to find
The got lodged straight to the back of his mind
The more he looked at it, the more he wanted to die
He kept thinking about it, it was in his eye.
So he took another shot, bottle almost gone.
Its almost morning, the crack of dawn.
The picture is killing him, tearing him inside.
he cant keep living this one big lie.
The bottle is now gone, nothing there
Hes so jacked up hes pulling his hair.
He goes to his closet and pulls out a box
Grabs the key and unlocks the lock.
He pulls it out and loads it with one
Its a nice 9 milla meter gun
He takes the last and final thought
That thought led to his last Vodka shot to deadly shot