Drunk Driving

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Swollen legs and chunks of lash glue covering my eyelids were suppose to be the problems after prom.  Instead, funeral arrangements and mournful phone calls to friends and our principal marked the day. 
The night that sent yellow jots Of light straight through your mind The feeling that you have that things will get better Within time The blue tears showing signs of Surrender and remorse
The night that sent yellow jots Of light straight through your mind The feeling that you have that things will get better Within time The blue tears showing signs of Surrender and remorse
Red for the color of her first car that she was so ecstatic about, For the stop sign she saw the other driver disregard,
My dad's an alcoholic, so naturally, I've always been afraid of him drinking and driving. Sources say that ever 53 minutes,  someone die from a drunk driving accident. My dad could easily have been one.
Where is what he fought and died for? “Who?” I hear you asking. Dedan Kimathi! The man we love to forget. The man who turns in his unmarked grave every day, The man screaming in his grave right now at our betrayal!
I wasn’t going to go out That Friday night. I know I usually do, But I was tired, And I didn’t feel well.  
8 AM The road is closed. Cars come to a halt. I hear angry drivers watching, cursing me, But what happened wasn’t my fault.  
I'm dressed in luto because she's dead A dark mantilla adorns my head I'm clutching flowers and wiping tears Because I'm living in one of my worst fears La Calavera Catrina has my niece
Let me tell you a story about drunk driving this is the real truth there's no silver lining
Mama, where did you go? We're playing hide and seek, and I just don't know If you're behind the couch or under the bed. But when I find you, my joy will show. This five year old loves mama with her whole heart so.
Driving along down the street two vehicles are about to meet.
If a child throws a fit in the store,  If a man drinks, drives, and wrecks,  If the rainforests are being depleted, 
It's not just one time. I know because you've said that before "It's just one drink." "It's just one hit." "I promise, I could quit." It's not fine! So wake up!
You walk into the store, nervously glancing at the clerk. You see your friends
Teeter totter bottle of liquor swing, swing one simple thing one simple choice   "Goodnight babe I know it's late I'm sorry I've been busy. We'll talk in the morning"
I see you there in the back row Laughing like a pro But tell me is it still funny When it’s you on the road? When you’re the one that’s suffering The harsh and painful blow. Tell me is it funny
I'll only write once at 8 am, I'll write once again at 9. The true test comes at 10 am because I've had all I can to eat, Including the wine.   The words are harder to understand,
The icy wind peels back your outer core Unprotected; as you were from the moment The contractions won and you tasted Bitter, bloody air. You close the door. Turn, and face the face of pity. Snarl at it.
I close my eyes and listen to your heart beat  slowly I stand on my feet  embrace your little hand in mine Tell you my darling everything will be fine  kiss you on your little forehead 
  The toxic substance you consumed The way you looked when your picture was plastered across the room The hurt you’ve caused my mother And now I have to sit and watch her suffer
If only I knew that day was near That day you would whisper those golden words If only I knew that time was close When we would come together in complete happiness If only I knew that moment was coming
She's just a girlfull of dreams and hopesimagination as big as texasdaddys little princess
No matter how hard I try No matter what I do I am always thinking of you.   No matter where I am
A man sits at a pub with the keys to his car, Drinking and drinking he’s going too far. He looks at the clock and it’s time to go home, He knows that he’s drunk but he came here alone.
I am a new song I'm different and I don't care People may like me Or they may not But either way I'm going to shine Again and again I'll show myself Until you press stop My words are important-
Choices shape the youth. It might be the choice to not drink and drive,  and to see your best friend of 12 years dead in the seat next to you. It might be the choice not to try a drug, and disappoint your parents. 
Why? Why did this happen? Why did this happen to me? I kept my seat belt on, mom and dad. I never drank beer at the party, mom and dad I never drove home drunk, mom and dad.
Life would be unbearable without her. Nightmares would rain down, cascading over my dreams without her. Breathing would be cold. Stale. Harsh. Without her.
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