About eleven-twenty
I kept wondering why
I looked back at the road
I, again, began to cry

Mike was only sixteen
He took a bad turn...
Told me he'd shot up
I could feel my stomach churn

I cried out "No!"
But he wouldn't listen
He got into his car,
I couldn't bare to miss him

I ran there to stop him
But I didn't make it
He took off with speed
I saw he couldn't take it...

I ran down the street -
I'd heard a big bang
The car was totalled -
With Mike and his gang

I fell to my knees
"Mike... Mike, why?"
But all he could do
Was close his eyes and die...