Someone should've taught him

i went to a birthday party
but i remembered what you said
you told me not to drink at all,
so i had a sprite instead.
i felt proud of myself,
the way you said i would,
that i didnt choose to drink and drive,
though some friends said i should.
i knew i made a healthy choice and
your advice to me was right
as the party finally ended
and the kids drove out of sight.
i got in my own car,
sure to get home in one piece,
never knowing what was coming,
something i expected least.
now im laying on the pavment,
i can hear the policman say,
"the kid that caused this wreck was drunk."
his voice seems far away.
my own blood is all around me,
as i try hard not to cry.
i can hear the paramedic say,
"this girl is going to die."
im sure the guy had no idea,
while he was flying high,
because he chose to drink and drive
that i would have to die.
so why do people do it,
knowing that it ruins lives?
but know the pain is cutting me
like a hundred stabbing knives
tell my sister not to be afraid,
tell daddy to be brave,
and when i go o heaven to
put "daddys girl" on my grave.
someone should have taught him
that its wrong to drink and drive.
maybe if his mom and dad had,
id still be alive.
my breath is getting sshorter,
im getting really scared.
these are my final moments,
and im so unprepared.
i wish that you could hold me, mom,
as i lie here and die.
i wish that i could say
i love you and good-bye