So, you're 17 now? Think you can handle me?
Please, I'll have you hooked by the end of the night,
"It's no big deal" you say? You're wrong. I am your
worst nightmare. I will destroy you inside and out.
I'm your drug, I'm everywhere. every store, restaurant,
and home you go. I disorient your driving, I make your
friends laugh at you. "I'm harmless" people say.
Look who is wrong, you. I'm in you now, day and night.
You can't get enough of me, I don't wear off fast. I will intoxicate
you till the end. You must be confused; why don't you sit. What's
wrong? Can't see? You can't open your car door? Is the world
spinning?
Here let's add some more. Better be careful your past your
legal limit of 0.08. You're not suppose to drive.
Can you not catch your breath? "Why?" you ask. You
are only standing still. You're hunched over puking your
brains out. Have you had too much this time?
You are now on the ground "what happened? Where am I
heading?" will be your last thought. It was a real shame that
you passed away. You were only 17. It only took a dozen bottles
of me everyday, before I took your life. I am Alcohol, I take
everyone's life away eventually. You just happened to come easier
Now who will tell your little sister not to swallow me? Who
will prevent her from partying and taking other drugs?
Not you, because it's too late for you.
