Somebody should have taught him
I went to a birthday party
but i remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink at all,
so i had a sprite instead.
I felt proud of myself,
the way you said i would,
that i didn't choose to drink and drive,
though some friends said i should.
I knew I made a healthy choice and
your advise to me was right
as the party ended
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got into my own car,
sure to get home in one piece.
never knowing what was coming.
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement.
I can hear the policeman say,
"The kid that caused this wreck was drunk"
His voice seems far away.
My own blood is all around me,
As I try hard not to cry.
I can hear the paramedic say.
"This girl is going to die."
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he choose to drink and drive
that I would have to die.
So why do people do it,
knowing that it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid,
tell daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven to
put "daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have taught him
that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his mom and dad had,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter,
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me, Mom,
as I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say
I love you and good-bye.
Personaly each time i read i become short of breath i closed my eyes and read this aloud, and could help to think of all the great friends i've had and have that it would be to sad to say good-bye. I hope to never have to loose a friend so close to me that i will never see them and keep them close to me.
Subject: sappy stuff I cry over 
Mon Apr 27, 2009 3:03 pm
