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