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I left from the prom,

with my girl by my side.

We were heading to a party,

I gave some friends a ride.



We got to my friends house,

and we had a blast.

We danced to the music,

and forgot about the past.



Everything was going fine,

until they served the beer.

I heard my concience say,

"Listen to your Mother Dear."



My mother would've said that moment,

to, "put it down and not to stay.

your life is so good right now,

that drink can throw it all away."



But at that moment I didn't care,

I took the beer instead.

I didn't believe that one drink,

could mess up my head.



After that one drink,

came numbers two and three.

My head started spinning,

I could barely see.



I started weaving back and forth,

and then my mind went blank.

My body became weak,

it went limp and just sank.



I stood up thinking nothing happened,

my eyes went back to clear.

I thought I was sober,

so I had no more beers.



The party went on,

and my body no longer weaved.

It was going on two o'clock,

so I thought it was time to leave.



My girl in the car,

and my friends too.

Everything was fine,

my mind was doing what it was suppose to.



But the one line became five,

and the five went to none.

All I heard was crash, bang, boom,

and then the noise was done.



I felt the heat on my skin,

and heard the siren ring.

My body was stuck,

and everytime I moved it would sting.



I felt something against me,

that was cold in all the heat.

It was the body of my girlfriend,

lifeless in the burning seat.



I remember my body being lifted up,

and then my eyes went black.

I wanted just one more chance,

I wish I could go back.



To do everything over again,

I wouldn't take the beer.

I would listen to my concience,

and my Mother Dear.



I would put the beer down,

and I wouldn't stay.

Because one beer,

can throw my life away.



I woke up in the trauma room,

being asked my age and my name.

My mind was so out of wack,

I thought I'de gone insane.



I was trying to collect myself,

and then my mind went black.

I woke up in a hospital room,

lying on my back.



I found out how serious it was,

my life was on the brink.

I couldn't really process this,

my mind just wouldn't think.



I was the only one to survive the crash,

all my friends were dead.

They now lie in the ground,

while I lie in this bed.



I was in that bed for so long,

and everyday I cried.

But that all stopped one day,

that one day, I died.



So when you go to a party,

think of me when there's beer.

Always listen to your concience,

and, of course, your Mother Dear.