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"I can drive"

 
I awaken to the darkness
from behind my eyes
Down the hall
I hear a mother's cries

Nurses cleaned the blood
from my hair
Your funeral's on Friday
But I won't be there.

I'm kept alive
by a breathing machine
They said you were
pronounced dead at the scene.

I cannot see
I cannot talk
The doctors say
I'll never walk
 
Forever a vegetable
never to thrive
I should've known
You were too drunk to drive.
Written by anatheachavez
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