Because of my stupidity A mother and daughter are no longer alive.
One night I decided to drink and drive.
I hit their car and knocked it off the road.
Because of me a little girl will not have the chance to grow.

They might have survived if they would've had their seat belts on.
Now I'm in prison and I hate myself because they're gone.
I lie awake on these sleepless nights and pray that I die.
When I think of it, I put my head in my hands and cry.

I can keep saying I'm sorry for a million years.
But that won't take away their loved ones pain and tears.
Because of me they're both dead.
If you're considering driving drunk, take a taxi instead.