It was friday, and a man was walking on the street
It was night and he was feeling down
He found an envelope lying on the ground
He took it and put it on his pocket. No doubt!
At home, he opened it and it wasn't money what found
Instead, it was a letter from someone who wrote like this:
I didn't want to do it. You didn't support me when I was in really needed
Society has convinced to everybody to tell me what was the best thing that I should do
I did it and now I'm feeling so bad and I don't know how to stop this pain of my heart
Why? They let me to do that, even though it was so painful and I can't forget it
Everyday I remember as it was yesterday
Everyday I remember as it was yesterday
Everyday I remember as it was yesterday
Society, give me something to stop this pain which is killing my heart
Now I can't change my life. It is too big to ignore and just keeping going
She was my little baby with same rights, as everybody has to live
I killed her. Otherwise, my life will be pointed as a failure one
Why? Things must be like this, why? People don't care about it. It's so painful. It's so painful
Came on! Next time let me choose by my self. Don't bother me with your ideas about how to live
You were wrong; I could live with my child. But you just didn't like it
I will never listen to you again
Because now my heart is healing that wound which
Everyday I remember as it was yesterday
Everyday I remember as it was yesterday
Everyday I remember as it was yesterday