Text and Run

While I drove, I would text.
I wasn't prepared for what happened next.
Last month, I lost control of my car and hit a boy.
Because of my ignorance, a life was destroyed.
Just like the coward I am, I decided to run.
I was so stupid that I didn't even call 911.
The police are looking for me every day and I have to look over my shoulders.
Instead of running, I should've faced that boy's mother, I should've told her.
I'm so ashamed and a big part of me wants to turn myself in.
But prison frightens me and I'm drowning my sorrow in gin.
I destroyed an innocent boy who was still experiencing youth.
The cops just busted down my door, they've discovered the truth.
They're slapping the handcuffs on me and in a little while, they'll put me in jail.
I'm glad that it's over because the guilt and misery has made my life a living hell.