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Rated: ASR · Book · Cultural · #2015972
I have tried to summarize my observation with vivid and simple manner.
#893843 added October 7, 2016 at 12:02am
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why am I
I went to a party Mom,

I remembered what you said.

You told me not to drink Mom,

So I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside Mom,

The way you said I would.

I didn't drink and drive Mom,

Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing Mom,

I know you are always right.

Now the party is finally ending Mom,

As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,

I knew I'd get home in one piece.

Because of the way you raised me,

So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away Mom,

But as I pulled out into the road,

The other car didn't see me Mom,

And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement Mom,

I hear the policeman say, "the other guy is drunk," Mom,

And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom.

I wish you'd get here soon.

How could this happen to me Mom?

My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me Mom,

And most of it is mine.

I hear the medic say, Mom,

I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you Mom,

I swear I didn't drink.

It was the others, Mom.

The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.

The only difference is, he drank and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?

It can ruin your whole life.

I'm feeling sharp pains now.

Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom.

And I don't think it's fair.

I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.

Tell Daddy to be brave.

And when I go to heaven, Mom,

Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,

Not to drink and drive.

If only they had told him, Mom,

I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.

I'm becoming very scared.

Please don't cry for me, Mom.

When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.

Before I say good bye.

I didn't drink and drive,

"So why am I the one to die?"

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