It was sunday morning   When I was thinking about this girl,   This girl has commited suicide      It was sunday morning   When I was walking on the main street,   The street that showed me the reality      Hole in her head she was on the ground   She won't return to understand   that I was her best friend here      I don't know why she didn't ask for help   I don't know what she wanted to say   I don't know who she wanted to be      What's wrong with me?      It was saturday night   When I saw this prostitute dancing,   Dancing for five bucks to pay her drug      It was saturday night   When I saw this man abuse of her,   This man that beat her because she said no      Tears in her eyes she was on the ground   she didn't talk no ears to hear   Dying alone in her cloud      ...daddy won't hurt you anymore...