I went to a birthday party,
but I remembered what you said.
You told me not 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 advice 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 knew what was coming,
something I expected least.
Now I'm lying on the pavement.
I can hear the policeman say,
"The kid who caused this wreck
was drunk." His voice seems far away.
My 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
that because he chose to
drink and drive that I would
have to die.
So why do people do it,
knowing it ruins lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
like one-hundred thousand knives.
Tell my sisters not to be afraid,
tell Daddy to be really brave,
and when I go to Heaven,
put 'Daddy's Girl' on my grave.
Someone should have taught him
that it's wrong to drink and drive.
Maybe if his parents did,
I'd still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter,
I'm getting really scared.
These are my final moments,
and I'm no 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 goodbye."
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