It was an hour 'til twelve.
My parents weren't home.
The party's going great,
I pray they don't know.

My mouth is clean;
not a single drop.
Nothing to worry about.
I just drank some pop.

Now everyone's drunk,
Maybe it just seems.
I'm relieved I'm not that statistic.
I'm glad I have dreams.

'Cause one tiny drink
may not ruin my life,
but I have to be responsible,
just for tonight.

Cops pull in.
Time to scram.
My best friend, Mark,
he grabs my hand.

I race towards his truck,
he opens the door,
Later until I realize,
what lay empty on the floor.

We're heading downtown
At least eighty.
He slams on the breaks;
the rest is all fading.

I look up above me,
Bright lights in my eyes,
I look down below me,
what tore into my thighs?

Glass broken everywhere,
feels like needles and a knife.
What happened to me?
What about the rest of my life?

I lay on the cold, hard floor.
desperate to scream,
Yet I can't
I hope it's a dream.

I see next to me.
Mother's in a pout,
she kisses me gently
a yell and a shout.

I'm floating away now.
My body starts twitching.
I look to the right of me,
Daddy is wishing.

I escaped myself now.
My body's beneath me.
Nobody can see,
The things that I see.

It rewinds and replays.
Over again,
Until I see it;
The moment I held his hand.

How foolish was I,
To follow this guy,
To get in his car,
Now I'm left here to die.

I'm thrusting forward now.
They say that I'm gone.
I wish I was smarter,
To re-do what I've done.