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Screeching tires,Shattered glass,

Twisted metal, Fiberglass


Sounds of screaming,

Gasps of frieght,

Sirens ringing,

Into the night.

i left the party in my car,

sure to get home in one piece,

not knowing what was soon to come

something i expected the very least,

Now im on the pavement listening to this man "The man who did this,

he was drunk."

His voice is fading, while my life is draining,

my blood floods around me, while i try not to cry, as i hear the man say

she's going to die,

my head is reeling

my world is slowing,

yet all i can think is Why?

now they lower me to my grave,

cuz there was nothing left to save,

i see them now, my mom and dad,

i scream to them not to be sad.

my vision is dimming i scream for thier help.

i turn to the angel asking why?

yet all she says is "say goodbye"

they're still there above my grave

while i sit here unable to wave,

my mother she swore to love me always.

but now she turns and wallks away.

so now i'm dead, my life an end,

while the question still remains

why?