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I walked out of health class

with new things on my mind

about the people who die of aids

or the ones at Columbine,



I said I have a chance

to live my full life

but why do people hurt themselves

when they're cutting back their time,



That day I learned how drugs kill

and just what smoking would do

and I told myself I'd help my friends

as I bent to tie my shoe,



and how to explain to them

that I was so sure

as I rose from the floor

there was that boy, so popular,



he told me bout this party

and it would be a blast

he talked about the beer and drugs

and how he had so much to last,



I knew I shouldn't do drugs or drink

but just a little bit

I didn't want to look like a fool

so just a little and thats it,



Well I had a lot of fun at first

untill we got in the car

we didn't realize someone was driving

untill it got to far,



My friends were in the backseat

and I was in the front

and to drink and drive

what a stupid stunt,



I hit into the dashboard

and my friends flew through the windshield

the car stoped so suddenly

into an open field,



It all happened so fast

I wished I wasn't there

I was trapped inside the car

with the smell of blood and beer,



The silence was so scary

I know they all were died

if only I had told them

but I got drunk instead,



I stumbled out of the car

and realized what we hit

it was a large sign that read:

'Just A Little Bit?'