Drunk Driver
My mom got killed, stupid drunk driver
now im an alcoholic and a stupid drunk driver
hypocrite or victim, i cant decide
im having mixed emotions, feels justified
so now i have a problem, at least thats what i hear
what about me, doesnt anybody care?
when will i stop drinking, will it be too late
when i get to heaven, will i be questioned at the gate...
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