Don't drink and drive...

"Why, Mom?"

I went to the party, Mom, and I remember what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank pop instead.
As I lay here on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom.
Now I'm the one who'll pay.
I'm lying here...dying, Mom.
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
I saw you just this noon.

There's blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a very short time.
I just want you to know, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was just the others, Mom, the others didn't think.
He probably was there tonight, at the same party as I.
The only difference is, I guess, he drank, and I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom, when it can cost a life?
I'm feeling real sharp pains now...pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here...dying, and all he does is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom, I'm really getting scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I need you, you're still there.
I have just one last question, Mom, before I say good-bye.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom.
So why am I to die?

–Author unknown