Daddy, I'm Sorry
hey daddy, it's me, you're little girl...
I need to tell you something that will make you want to curl.
I went to that party, it was right down the block,
but I didn't bother telling you, I was distraught.
I went on to the party, without a single care...
I didn't know I would be tempted there.
There was beer, a couple there, a few here,
my friends were drunk, and I didn't know beer was a bunch of junk.
So, I decided to have a few,
I didn't bother thinking of you.
Those few made me happy! Oh, so glad!
Little did I know, my future was bad.
My friend was out...and she needed a ride home.
I thought I could take her home, with me all alone.
Before I knew it, I saw two lights,
a fast moving semi, and then a fight.
I sit here right now, I cant see anything,
my eyes won't allow.
Daddy, the pain does hurt,
but I can't feel anything, not even my shirt.
The pain has gone away,
so I'm just going to stay here and lay.
Okay, daddy. I have to go,
it's too late for me to say no.
I'm going to go see mom.
But daddy, I'm sorry.
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