[ What ever possessed you to do what you did? ]

What ever possessed you to do what you did?

That's right.  Methamphetamine!

You put five bullet holes in your bride to be, two of which took the life of your unborn child.

So now you're facing "Life, Plus 100 Years.

I Doubt The Great Lakes could contain all the tears.

One minute in your life took that of two others.

You'll spend the rest of your days thinking about three Mothers.

The Mother to be ... the Mother who birthed the Mother to be and the tears of the Mother who birthed you.

I will never forget the day your photos rolled up on the evening news.

"Murder Suspect In Double Homicide."

It took me a while to catch my breath before I buried my head in my pillow and cried.

Three days prior I hugged you, my good friend, and met your beautiful Bride to be.

I wanted to call your Mother, but what was there to say?

"Is it true ... did he really blow her away?"

I remember everything turning an awful shade of gray that day.

Do I still love you?  I'll always love you, but never can I forgive what you did.

Never again will we speak or hug each other cheek to cheek.

The bars and cement walls that will forever be your home until your dying day,

Will forever keep us seperated.

And as much as I still love you, behind the grid of nothingness is better than you deserve.

All because Methamphetamine!

You lost our mind.

Was it worth the high?

Do you wake up everyday now wishing you could die?

No more sunrises ... no more sunsets.

No more Big Mac's ... No more Cigarettes.

No more midnight drives.

You did the drug and destroyed so many lives.

And so all that's left now is the verdict and it doesn't look good.

Would you stick that needle in your arm again if you could?

Too late!  No second chances!

You pulled the trigger five times!

Suffer behind those bars, as well you should.