Drag Race
As I pull up to the red light
I wait there with her
Soon another car pulls up ready for a fight
3,2,1 and were off in a blur
She’s says don’t be lured in
She’s says slow down don’t be brash
Then we hit the curb and spin
We began to crash
She’s thrown, I’m thrown
Everything goes black after I hit my head
I wake up all alone
I get the news, she’s dead
I will forever feel the guilt in my heart
But this incident has given me a chance to be smart
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