as i sit here, in my bed, in my dark room
i wonder where it all went wrong
was it when you almost died and were in the hospital for two months when i was 8
was it that day at the amusement park when i was 9 and i saw you smoking again after you told me you quit
was it at the carnival when you were so drunk i had to carry you home when i was 12
was it during the Halloween march when you peed yourself because you drank too much when i was 14
was it at home when you drank so much that i didn't see you for two days when i was 17
or was it last week when you were screaming my name at 3 am because you felt so lonely and took pills with a bottle of whatever you hid in the house
i don't think i'll ever know
where it all went wrong
