I never want to see you again
you took me to that party,you offered me that one beer that lead to another,then another and so on,you knew that i love to drink and i love to have a good time but we never pictured this to happen
i got high with all my "friends" just one hit of that just kept leading to another and another i took turns between that hit and that beer the vodka burnt going down my throat i never really thought about going to that cold dark room with people putting stuff down my throat glass broke as i fell back wards and cut my arm now he wont talk to me again
