If I could life my first day again, I wouldn't do anything different.

I would take my first breath in this world and wouldn't know what it meant...

I mean, with a single breath you maybe get to smell a scent,

but actually it is so much more than that: it is the decision of a beginning or an end.

The lucky ones will never face this situation of crime,

cause no matter who they are, they never got the time.

The time to laugh, to live, to cry,

with one missed breath to take,

their life went by.

I survived, but what can I see?

When I look in the mirror there is only a broken me.

So if I could live my last day again,

it would be a day one year after I had turned ten.

I would change one little thing: Instead of that beloved someone,

I would be the one to be gone.

Leaving without saying good-bye,

only leaving bittersweet memories and some people who cry.

But even though my last day went by,

I am still here, living the life of a lie,

because heaven is just another word for hell,

and mercy is faked, oh, I know that so well.

So please, praised and screwed destiny and fate,

take off from my shoulders that heavy weight,

and give me with the justice's knife

the final, relieving first and last day in my life.