You know, people often took him for granted, at least used to.
He'd kick and cry, begging them to stop in his sleep.
He was so young yet he had lived the live of a grown man for far too long far too early.
He might have done a bad thing, no, several bad things.
But, he was still a boy no real man.
And I was a confused girl.
When our worlds met, it was like Romeo and Juliet.
Love blossomed and flourished although he'd never mention it.
I sing and laugh, he'd laugh along.
That was on the outside at least.
The truth was, we weren't happy.
Sure we were happy with each other.
But life had screwed us over.
Oh sure he was a hood, and I was a 'hussy'.
Although that doesn't mean we've committed blasphemy against the whole world
We deserved to be happy, he deserved to be happy.
There were no remedies that we knew, so we did the ludicrous thing that teenagers do.
We started off drinking, we thought it cured our ills, but it never did and never will.
We did a good thing, then did a bad thing.
We swore we'd quit, but it was just so tantalizing.
The liquor messed with us.
It was pain all around again though.
Booze doesn't help.
I should have known.
I'm not happy about what happened and I'm not sad.
There's a few things that I'm sure of, though.
I really am sorry.
I should have listened.
I wasn't supposed to go to that party.
I was stupid to try that joint.
I was dumb to try LSD.
I was foolish to do those lines of coke.
I was naive to take that much opium.
I was cruel for leaving him so soon.
I was not in control of my body and he only tried to help.
He was strong enough to quit, I wasn't.
Hell, it was the 60's.
Of course it was bound to happen.
The youth and all of us got ahold of the 'good stuff'.
Oh, who am I trying to kid?
The one boy I really loved gave me the choice to choose him or the high I got from those stupid drugs.
All I did was cry though, I never did give him a response.
No, the trip was what fooled me.
He said he would help me, but I had the illusion of him leaving me.
That's what the final nail in the coffin was.
I ran home, found every powder, leaf, and shroom and downed it.
Some would say that I was the long lost member of the 27 club, just ten years younger.
The life I lived was less than alright.
Just imagine this; having to see your body, blood running out of your nose, foam coating your mouth, but most of all, the most beloved boy you held so dear breaking down the bathroom door to discover you on the floor, a stone cold corpse.
Well, I'll tell you what happened from my departed point of view.
He screamed, a genuine wail of confirmed dread and pain.
Calling out my name, a desperate attempt to call me back to him.
I never did wake up.
I just linger.
As creepy as it is I watch him, hoping he won't do anything stupid.
Wait....
Dallas?
Put that damn gun down.
Get it away from your head, now.
Oh my god, no!
No, no, no, no!
DON'T YOU DARE PULL THAT TRIGGER DALLAS!
Oh god, you were only eighteen.
