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I sit in math class, Trying to think, trying to learn, "That party on Saturday, Was so crazy" "She passed out" "They went upstairs" "We had to throw her over a fence, She was so drunk" I just don't understand How being so drunk That you cannot stand Can be anything close to having fun. But not only that, Risking your life, Risking a complete stranger's life All because of a stupid fad, Because you want to have "fun" How much fun is it When you are driving the wrong way down a freeway And crash? How fun is it to kill a mother And her two year old daughter Whose dad is overseas, Only a week away from coming home? How fun is it knowing that The little girl's father Was going to surprise her on her third birthday By coming home and seeing her for the first time? What about waking up in a hospital Sick to your stomach, sick to your head Sick to your heart Knowing you've just killed someone Because you wanted to have "fun" Because you wanted to be "cool" "Fun" shouldn't mean you wake up Handcuffed In a hospital bed With the murder of innocent people on your hands. The blood never washes off The memories never fade.
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