It was only supposed to be another high.
It wasn’t supposed to go this far,
I wasn’t supposed to die.
I’m so sorry momma,
Please don’t cry.
I’m gone now,
No more pain.
I tired so hard,
But my addiction pulled at my sleeve-
Always whispered my name.
But it’s going to be okay.
Like so many people yesterday,
You’ll soon forget all about your
“Problem child” someday.
But, given the chance,
I might’ve chose another way
Because I still had the rest of my life to live-
For, it was only supposed to be another high.
It wasn’t supposed to go this far,
I wasn’t supposed to die.
I’m so sorry momma…