In a casket, six feet under
Your body will lay by twilight.
The drugs were your blunder
And yet, it is a frightful blight.
You said I will have to remember this forever.
Your last words before you said goodbye.
I wish I had been slightly more clever.
I wish these unshed tears I could cry.
I have a feeling the answer to my question is never.
So mother, my momma...this is farewell
I wish I could have been of more aid
But you want an escape to this living hell.
I wish you well in this harsh trade.
Remember, you're lying in the bed you made...