You cant tell me what to do, Im my own man this maybe your house
but I know whats right for me you only think of you,
Trying to make me do chores and keep me from smokin and having a drink,
Im outta here bitch you suck mom and you stink,
Got in my car and headed for the leavy, weight on my chest from talking to mom that way was way to heavy,
Met up with some friends and popped some tops on some beer, got pretty waisted we were toasted and filled with cheer,
Forgot about my problems and the amount I had to drink,
when the party ended I got into the car apparently I couldnt think,
Lost control as the car swerved around the turn busted theough the guard rail and rolled and the car began to burn,
I called out to the one who ever really cared , I cried for my mom as the onlookers just starred,
At the hospital I overheard them say Im on the way out, I wished I never talked to my mom that way, I hate that I said what I said especially the way I shout,
Mom , tell my Mom I love her and Im sorry for the way I am, its to late to make her proud and now I go fighting into deaths hands,
Before I died my mom came to my bedside and held my hand,
she cried and said she loved me and then she said your in G..O..D...s hands..
Originally Posted On Site: 2006-08-06 02:54:31
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