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 think I should.
I knew the right choice and
your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended
and the kids drove out of sight.
I got in 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 police say,
"The kid that caused this wreak 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."
So why do people do it,
knowing it will ruin lives?
But now the pain is cutting me
like a hundred stabbing knives.
Tell my sister not to be afraid,
te Daddy to be brave,
and when I go to heaven to
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Some one 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 and die.
I wish that I could say
I love you and goodbye.