Are you free? (Can't remember)

I don't remember when and why I wrote this song.

Are you free?

A loser is busy
Counting all that he could win
His shoulder is busy
For his tears aren't getting any thin

I have some spit hanging
And my friends are not free!
Though we are the winners
We're bending a wee

You hate yourself
So I am content
With all your smiles
That don't weep a while
The more so you do
And the more you hate christ
He makes life more pink
And sweet with glycerine

You upset me
I'll call you again
With more spit in my mouth
And this time live through your pain