Why am i
always the last one?
The last one to love,
to dance, to laugh.
The last one to cry
to shout, to moan.
The last one to bend
to break, to fall.
The last one to try things
that i don't want to,
to go places
where i'm afraid.
I was the last one to take drugs,
to drink and to smoke.
And now i'm the last one
left to hold it all together.
To fix my friends hearts
when they've been left broken.
To save peoples lives
when they've drunk too much.
And now i'll be the last one
to watch them all die
right in front of my eyes.
And i'll be left wishing
that i'd been the first one to try.
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Written April 7th, 2006
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